My teacher, what have you left me?
A marker, a pen, and an eraser
An old desk to place all the clutter
Of highlighters, clippings, and notes.
My teacher, what have you left me?
A love for the details of things
To get at the heart of a matter
Regardless how tedious the chore.
My student, what have you left me?
Time passes but I can’t forget
Eager minds straining to gather
Knowledge as pebbles from a brook.
My student, what have you left me?
Your joy in finding your passion
Excitement overcoming discouragement
So honoring me as your guide.
Written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers Genre: Poetry Word count: 100 words PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields Click on the frog and join the party!
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