My American Sensei Poem by Yinka Meander

I have a teacher
Who revealed that she could have chosen
The gilded corporate path,
Yet instead embraced
The slower road through the hills
Of humanity.

Her human touch,
like the ringing of a sacred bell,
Echoes with sincerity.

Her way of encouraging students
Transforms each pupil
Into a building block
Towards the completion of every class.

Recently, she shared stories
Of her upbringing-
A fascinating journey in itself.

In essence,
her recipe for learning
Is truly a blessing.

Thank you, my American Sensei.