Dina el dessouki (28-8-1995 / Egypt)
Once Upon A time, A Teacher...
A summer course
started in July
She asked us to write, a pile
of words on our first day.
She made fun of my way
I hated her that day.
And there day comes a day
were we get the chance to chat a lot
and guess what she wasn't that bear
She always pretended to be.
I loved her and i guess she loved me back too.
The summer flushed away
giving winter the chance to come crashing.
A gloomy day in a similar
Class room, the news of her
Death hit me like the smell of a dead raccoon
Like an explosion of a nuclear boom.
The rising of her soul to the dear Lord
with heaven gates opening up for her soul,
at the command of the one only Lord.
she left me to the hungry jaws of life,
praying for her to rest in peace
May the Lord bless her soul
and wash her body with the cold ice.
RIP Mrs. Eman
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