You were not young
or pretty.
Your name, Ena
was a joke to pupils.
Over the years you demanded
respect
But behind your back
they laughed.
Because of this I felt sorry.
I saw the hurt
from whispers you overheard.
I tried to make it better
I gave you small gifts
wrapped with Christmas ribbons,
which you left on you desk
all day
for others to see.
Somebody cared.
Author notes
This is dedicated to a good teacher of history, Mrs Ena Hurst who sadly died in 2003
Written May 25th, 2004
A contest entry
- teacher, teacher, I declare ...... (Contest for new members in May) by AP Greeters.
300 points, ended June 2, 2004, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful write!
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Aw... this was so sweet! I'm sure she appreciated your offerings more than you can imagine. People forget that teachers are just as human as everyone else, and it does hurt to feel unappreciated.
A beautifully sweet tribute to an obviously meaningful teacher.
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A very sweet tribute poem for a woman who obviously not only taught you history, but also how to be a good person.
Welcome to Allpoetry and good luck with the contest
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Hi Dave, thanks for the comment and support. I've taken a look at your poems and wow you've had some success haven't you. Keep up the good work. Griz
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Lovely tribute, good luck. Dave.
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Very sweet, I am sure she knew you cared and although teachers do get a hard time (my cousin is one) they are generously rewarded by those that do seem to show an interest and gain something from them. Fantastic tribute piece.
Good luck and thanks for entering
Hayley x x -
this is a lovely poem, thank you for entering a true account of a lady that obviously meant something to you. those little gifts from you were no doublt priceless to her. Beautiful tribute.
Welcome to AP
~Von~
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