Treasure Island

Clara Odelia Ciutara

A Poem To My Teacher - Graduation

I had many to say long ago
And now when time’s coming
I just didn’t know what to say

It had been so long
I wanted to express my gratitude
For every sickener you’d held
For the patience starting to run out
For your love that I wouldn’t get anymore
Thank you

It had been so long
I wanted to say a sorry
For my naughtiness
For my stupidity
For your time spent for us
I’m really sorry

It had been so long
I wanna ask you
Had you ever got angry?
Had you ever been desperate?
Do you love us?
Whatever you felt, sorry and thanks

It had been so long
I wanna hug you
For each knowledge given
For the bright tomorrow
For you, the future’s light
I do love you

Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010
Edited: Friday, July 08, 2011

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