She Left Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She left

Must confess:
-was afraid when returned
-to class; in decades,

Thirty, we, in total
-the very first for all.

Walking tall she arrived!
-obvious, visibly had pride.

One could say who she was
-by colours of her hat and dress
-simply, black, red.

And her hair braded!

Funny was the age-range
-some of my classmates
-had less than my one-third.

To whiteboard she headed
-wrote her name, position.

Then lectured the life with literature
- "No timing, no binding; freedom! "

After that students:
- "My name is…"

I envied who she was;
-easily memorised
-all names and backgrounds,
-in only few days!

She sat me in center
- "Played role of old man, "
- (A Clean, well-lighted)
-and later encouraged:
- "You can make good poet! "

Died is gone; Prof, Priscilla Uppal!