Rafael Enrico A. Arellano


My Teacher, My Hero


Teachers inspire pupils like me and you,
Obey them and follow what they want us to do.
For what they ask is right,
They guide us like a shining light.

Teachers, Teachers how patient they are,
They comfort us not from afar.
Thoughtful, caring, are one of the characteristics they have,
They think of our concern to show their love.

They taught us how to read,
Because of them we are no longer in need.
Teachers helped us from zero,
For that they are my hero.

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 15, 2012

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For my teachers who never stopped in taking care of me.

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