Dedicated To My Teacher

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I was told once

“If you have something to say

You better say it.

You might not have another day.”

So I've got something to say

before my last day

is through.

 

You've been my teacher and friend

for two years now and

I haven't gathered my thoughts till just now

So I'm gonna say it.

 

We've become a family over two years

This entire class.

Mrs. Costello was our crazy aunt

And Poe was our big sister.

But you were the glue that kept us together

Now and forever.

You became like a mother.

 

I'm not all that good with words but

I'm gonna try so bare with me here

And pardon me if I should cry,

But this comes from my heart.

 

We're all a big, slightly dysfunctional family

And having this class kept me from hating school

All over again.

 

You dealt with 100s of kids before me

And I was probably the biggest pain.

But you dealt with me through the struggles

And you were one of the only teachers that cared

When I came in hurt.

 

You picked me up when I was down

And laughed when I was acting the clown.

You laughed at our jokes

And even joined in sometimes.

When we got behind you got us through

And you explained when we were confused.

 

This poem is for you,

In this your final year.

And in ours as well,

I dedicate this to you,

We love you, Mrs. Buck.

 

You watched me break down

And you didn't walk away

Like every other teacher before you.

You pulled me through and

I don't think you really know

How much it means to me

 

I've been pushed and kicked around

It seems my whole life

And not many teachers cared

Unless it disrupted class.

But you disrupted class to fix it and

Not even the principal in my other school

Cared enough to do that

In any of the years before.

For that, I thank you

 

You pulled us all through two years

And somehow none of us crashed and burned

We all owe you thanks

For being the teacher we'll remember.

 

Whoever comes after you

Has big shoes to fill

Because if our crazy aunt

Is running things now...

The next class has better be perfect

Or screams will echo through the halls

And we all know it.

 

You were the best teacher I've had

Though I can't speak for the rest of the class.

Somehow you remained mostly sane

Even after putting up with me

And that's a feat in itself.

 

Whoever comes after you

Has a lot of work to do

To even manage to be

Half the teacher that you've been.

 

The past two years went way to fast

I can't believe our graduation is here

And I wish we could make these last few days last

But we can't, so I shall hold them dear.

 

There's a big world ahead of us,

And I wish my family happiness

Through all of what is to come.

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