She Teaches Poem by cheryl davis miller

Met a Lady called Mrs. S.
I would tell of her graciousness.
Of all her virtues I could speak.
She's giving, kind and most times meek.
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What I've learned from her I will tell.
She's taught me how to live life well.
To lend an ear, a heart and hand.
And on my own two legs to stand.
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She teachs tho she knows not when,
Like breathing in and out again.
Her lesson's flow with ease sublime.
She teachs still at ninty-nine.