You Poem by Belleza Edella Marian SwanCullen

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Morning to nigh
Without a sigh
You do everything
For our learning.

You are not my mother
Nor are you my father
But you help us to learn
From you, wisdom we earn

Although we may not respect you
Or often times hurt you
You still help us in our problems
And treasure us like gems

And when our happy days end
Can we still be friends?
Also thanks for these memories we share
For tomorrow I have a treasure rare.

A loving parent you are
A good model you are
A true hero you are
A true good and loving teacher definitely you are.

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