The Queen of Poetry

She sat before me, this dear girl of mine A student bearing now a precious treat I looked at golden wrapping's precious shine And wondered if it were some chocolate sweet The precious gift did not unopened lie For anxious was my heart to see inside All wrapping gone, I could not help but cry The joy I found will long in me abide A lovely plaque with these words there inscribed The Queen of Poetry; oh, thought divine! Her gift affirmed MY gift and so described The nature of her heart, true and sublime I rose to thank her with a warm embrace A smile of sweet contentment graced her face! Eileen Manassian Post Script: Today my student, Rawan (which means “flowing river”) passed by my office to give me a precious gift. I first thought it was a Toblerone bar because it was triangular in shape. When I opened it, I saw this plaque bearing these letters in black: The Queen of Poetry. I can’t tell you the feelings that burst from my heart. I literally cried, and she came around my desk to plant a kiss in my hair. It is one of the most beautiful gifts I’ve ever received. Poetry is my life. I share some of my poems in the English Composition I class that I teach, and she knew that I’d been named the Queen of the Romantic Pen. Her gift is sitting in my office for ALL to see, and every time I look at it, I’ll remember that I have a dream that still needs to be fulfilled!