To the tall and slender lady
Who first wrote on my mind,
Thanks.
Patiently, you taught us the alphabet
And to count from one to ten;
The joy of learning nursery rhymes,
Always with a smile
And an occasional laughter,
Thanks.
I am ripe as a wood-stump now,
But the formative years have not faded;
I can still see you standing,
Erect, before the black-board;
I can still feel the abacus,
In my lap.
Thanks.
For laying a solid foundation,
Thanks.
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