I Forgave my Teacher, Mrs. Green
I forgave you then Mrs.Green,
although at the time it seemed so mean,
The slap you gave me upon my face,
made you seem to fall from grace.
At a board where I stood, my numbers written,
and not as they should.
No patience you showed for me back then,
and I was afraid to try again.
The years went by and made me sad,
for at that board, I did feel so bad.
I was so fearful in just to try,
in my wanting to run or hide, and then to cry.
Not giving up and while trying hard,
I was gaining two feet, for every yard,
My freedom was won in the lessons taught,
over the years as I had fought.
School was hard, but I had learned,
and I met the goal for which I yearned,
In teaching children of my own,
and with thoughtful seeds that I had sown.
I forgave you in the hardship then,
as my journey's plan would soon begin.
In being human, aren't we all,
and In mattering not, whether for big or small.
Mrs.Green, my best wishes I give,
for in the teaching of children, my life I live.
Our thoughtful deeds will always be,
so ingrained in those, that we daily see.
It will forever be a part of each,
and there to remain with all that we will teach.
By grace we live and do our parts,
and as forgiveness waits within our hearts.
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