Every day I sat there in my chair silently.
I listened to your boring talk.
I tried to look like I was listening.
I did not want to hurt your feelings.
I did not want you to think that I did not care.
I wondered why the other kids thought that you were stupid, and evil.
You only wanted the best for us.
I waited for the day that the other kids made you cry.
I waited for the day that you would decide...it was not worth it.
I waited, and waited.
But I guess that day never came.
I wondered how you could be so strong.
I wondered what you thought.
I really wondered.
It really would have hurt if it was me.
It really would have been tough.
But the only thing that you want was the best for us.
I really felt bad...listening to the other kids talking bad about you.
I watched helplessly.
With a lump in my trhoat.
I felt guilty for not standing up to you.
I felt sad...that they did not appreciate you.
I felt horrible...everytime you seemed hurt.
I could not believe how strong you were.
You never spilled a tear in class.
I wondered how you could be so strong.
I wondered if you ever cried.
Because you are so great...I will be great too.
Because you were my teacher.
This poem is dedicated to all my teachers. I really appreciate all the hard work. Thanks a million. I really admire you all, and I know that ya´ll are great people.
