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Thank you, for everything.


The days pass as things around me continue spiral down. You notice as all my smiles turn into frowns, as your classroom becomes a haven from a weight to heavy to hold you listen as I explain the reason for my cloths long soiled. You do the one thing that I have long needed you give me the words that others will not and my heart is freed. I have you to thank for my continuing heart beat. Now when I see you I happily sent you a greeting. I want to thank you for the hugs and the tears you helped me laugh away; I wish I could tell you how I see you as the mother I never had, but instead I simply say, “Hey”

 

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