To My English Teacher Poem by Reginald Enakadm sanele

Different we are and it is our life experiences that make us who we are.
We all have different stories,
I listened to yours without you telling.
When I told you mine I had no reason to ask because to be as loving
And compassionate as you are plenty of smelting had to be done.

I have found a place:
A home away from home,
I have found a hand that nestles,
Lips that utter remedies for my worries,
All you have to do is speak and I am healed.

I have seen you appear whenever I needed you there.
When I needed to talk you were there to listen
When I needed to be taught you were never late for a lesson
I hate this part of this section; goodbye
I now have to say goodbye to your sessions but not your teachings.