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My Teacher, My Hero

Poetry By: magicfoot2011

I know, I know. This is weird, but...ah the heck with it. Read it and like it.

Submitted:Mar 17, 2011    Reads: 1,041    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

My teacher is not at school or any other.

She is my hero because of the way she lives.

My teacher, my hero is my mother.

Yeah, it's probably weird for a fifteen year old to write about her mom,

but she's taught me so much,

I can't fit it all on this page.

She's taught me that life is based on forgiveness,

that love is to be cherished,

not thrown around like nothing.

Ever since she's said that,

I've tried to forgive myself for the mistakes I've made in the past.

She's taught me that even though I'm going to be faced with unexpected challenges,

never to give in or give up.

Everyday, she tells me that to be successful,

you have to be happy with what you have.

Almost ecerybody now is materialistic.

I'm one of the few who doesn't base my life on shopping.

My mom's taught me that, as long as you have friends and family for support,

you're going to lead a very long and happy life.

My teacher, my hero is my mother.

She's taught me all this,

which makes me the person I am here and now.


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