My Greatest Teacher
A little child into the world,
weak, meek, and unique
I open my eyes to say hello
To my life, to my world, to you
Your smile welcomes me
As if it is saying
“Thank you for being alive”
My first lesson was love
I couldn’t walk without your hand
I couldn’t talk without your words
I couldn’t sleep without your sound
I couldn’t eat without your train
Your smile encourages me
To do my many firsts
Holding my small body in your soft hands in reward
My second lesson was trust
I play with your jewelry
You play with my hair
We play with my dolls
We play with your makeup
I was a model
I was a fashion designer
I was a vet
I was a traveler
My third lesson was individuality
Before me is a nurse
Before me is a women
Before me is a mother
Before me is my mother
Whose been my greatest teacher
Throughout my life
With more lessons to share
My fourth lesson was thankfulness
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