To My Teacher Poem by Grace Tan
To My Teacher
We were young and carefree,
Wild; never listening.
Try to conduct us to the right, its unmanageable.
Like standing in front of a towering wave,
We’ll flood over you, toppling down;
Your shouts slowly trickling away
With one sweep.
You were firm,
A determined teacher—
But look at us,
Peer through the tiny hole that we open once in a while
And look into our hearts.
If those burning eyes of stubbornness
Don’t steer you away,
Those cracked, dry hearts would.
I remember you once asked us:
“Dare you live your dream? ”
Had you changed us enough to believe;
Have you walked together with us passably to see?
For that day the class was the quietest—
No one had even whispered an answer.
Today, we graduate.
You’ll die if you hear what we want to say.
It’s an endless passage
Essays of no fixed theme
Like drabbles alternating the different shades of reality;
Muddled words with tears.
Four years are already over;
Saying our last goodbyes,
Once again, but much softer, you asked:
“Dare you live your dream? ”
There was still silence,
But this time, it was different.
Some were too shy, some, embarrassed.
You didn’t look into our eyes, teacher.
You didn’t see.
For our black pupils were shining with defiance and determination,
Our message clear:
“We will, sir,
Please, we implore you”,
“Wait and see.”
9th Feb ‘07
Grace this is one beautiful poem. Though I am still too young to understand many things but it touched my heart. And you have two of my best friends posting comments. Love.................Risha
Teachers, one of the most diffilcult jobs in this life, trying to convey to the young the importance of a good education and to have the patience to deal with sometimes the mose defying students. It takes a remarkable person to hold such a position, I admire them. There are good and bad teachers one might say but you know you can learn from all of them, they all have something of which we can grasp and learn and make our own. One thing a student can remember is these individuals that have dedicated their lives to teaching already have their education and now they are trying in their own way to give of themselves in order to help to educate the students. It doesn't matter what the student feels in regards to being derrogative in mind, what matters is that they received what was necessary to help them to excel in life. When years pass we realize and recognize the importance of these people we call TEACHERS. Very good poem Grace, thanks again-Melvina-
Grace, I totally agree with Doc on what he said. Superb writing, totally enjoyable read. I liked the 'Wait and see.' at the end. Full marks from me on this. David
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4/24/2024 5:29:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
in a lot of schools the pupils don't learn because they don't listen. must be hard to be a teacher. thanks, very inspiring