My Teacher
She never cried at her husband's death
Whom she had nurtured in sickness and in health;
Her presence in Paris was no romantic dream
But a necessity occasioned by his treatment regime.
Learned, cultured, a historian and scholar,
She edits his posthumous books with flair.
A teacher of English, acclaimed everywhere
From London to Paris, her students do care.
Witty and alert in her ninth decade,
She teaches with love, no cost to her charges;
They reach their goals, and sprng to the aid
Of a lady of true grit who asks no favours.
My dream came true with her arrival in Spain
One week with us and off she goes again,
Leaving fond memories that will never fade,
A lady so special, she is queen of her domain.
Her generosity is such that she feels the need to repay
Kindnesses shown in the smallest way;
Will we ever see such a fine lady again?
A lady of true grit, queen of her domain.
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