Wynnis Johnson 1939 ~ 1993 was my high school math teacher at Rangitoto College in New Zealand. May she Rest In Peace.
We are life unto death sealed in its hold when mortal limits fill a dateless urn, a worldly spirit in a spirit world for dust you are and to dust you return. To do and unto my lost cause to teach - did I not that nobility disgrace? Yet still you sought to seek, to touch, to reach, and to look upon the soul and its face. It grieves me so in your deathly still vale that your own fears did cruel fate forebode - an honoured place far beyond this travail waits you O’ teacher and last tributes owed. Real was my discontent, my foolery, yet you never failed or abandoned me. Written: February 1994
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