Le Seul Professeur

On the first day of classes, everyone was excited To meet old friends, though new ones could be sighted Old or new she welcomed us warmly Wearing a smile, what a sight so lovely! She was like our second mother When things got rough or even harder She knows when to be carefree or strict Depending on the class' unpredictable flick In the way you taught us, only one thing's evident A method of teaching, a tactic, an element You do not just teach and blabber all day But you made us understand everything all the way In times when other people would shun us down You were the sole creature who'd lift us from the ground You drove the mounds of doubt away And found our courage that had gone astray We're afraid that this poem's coming to an end But we hope you'll gather what we mean to portend We thank God for giving us an exceptional guardian Happy Teacher's Day, our great mathematician. ____________________________________________ For contest: An expression of love (03-14-17) Sponsored by: Frank Herrera Shared 3rd place For contest: To Honor My Hero (08-30-22) Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon Shared 1st place