She was the best,
The one that I admire and love the most.
With all my hearts and desire,
I will remember her forever.
She was like a peacock,
Dressed colourfully and pretty.
She was also like a sparrow,
Flying and hopping everywhere.
Always being cheerful all the time;
When she entered high school,
She kept her old self
And was brave at facing the teenagers.
Ignoring their detestable laughs,
As well as their horrible attitudes.
I am terribly sorry
For I have been embarrassed to tell the others,
That she was once my English teacher. I felt guilt, and my own betrayal towards her.
Ice formed upon my heart when I heard her death.
I want a time machine,
To bring me back to the past and say thank you.
For everything that she have done.
I wish the party of your life isn’t over;
I wish you would be as cheerful
As you were in teaching grade seven
When you are in heaven,
I will remember you forever.
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Awesome writing. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteNice poem...and nice cake!!! 8D
ReplyDeleteThat's a cool picture of a cake you have there. Good metaphor, matches the story's theme very well.
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