It took me a while to perceive,
School nostalgia isn’t just about friendships.
The credit is unfairly distributed though,
It’s the hand holding that forever grips.
Eventually there’s a list of favourites,
Might have a few names or even a tonn.
Yet that one teacher,
Always stands second to none.
Never realized my regard,
Until I stepped into a totally new world.
Amidst all the shortlived admirations,
You always look up to the one.
Possibly the lessons are incredible,
Decorating the words & their syntaxes.
Now I can frame it better,
Back then there were only spelling mistakes.
Witnessing the tiny leaps,
Manifesting into ambitions.
For, the moment,
A day dreamer evolved into a leader.
I wish to #thankateacher.