I was graduating her class.
To add to gifts, she brought me an umbrella,
Her face laced with a wide smile.
Said there was another gift in that wrap,
That she had made with her hands.
I gaily ransacked it,
And can plainly transcribe what I saw as thrilling.
A piece of paper with words handwritten,
Of how she loves my teaching.
“You are my best teacher ever!”
I blushed while it sank deep down.
So deep in my heart, the depth is abysmal.
And until now, I don’t know where that umbrella is,
Nor any other gifts,
But those words are still with me and will forever be.