The lessons – learnt from my teacher

My classes started in May
when my teacher was born.
Very few can make a claim
as having carried their teacher in their arms.

My first lesson was listening,
To unspoken words.
Reading body language.
Talking with the eye,
By touch, and warmth.

Then came the lesson of discovery.
She saw everything with awe

Made me feel the same for

The things that were of less interest

Earlier,and things for what they were.
Real and magical
Both rolled in one.

Soon what followed was trust.
Total trust in her “ da da”.
I learnt responsibility.
Realised the value of quality time lay in simple joys.
Not expensive toys

She taught me the power of fantasy.To dream. To create magic .To narrate stories out of nothing from thin air.
That touch. Feel. warmth.

I learnt how she listened
The food that she ate.
Always right for the season.
No to junk.
Yes to nature.

And the most important lesson.
Never to take sides.
But love unconditionally.
Even when she was hurt.

I've learnt to be spontaneous.
To say what's right.
And be quiet.
To accept love.
And be hugged unexpectedly.

I've learnt to adjust.
To be open to change

To accept my faults.
My teacher lives what she teaches.All the time.

I see things through her eyes.
Plain and simple.

My 8-year old teacher
She's taught me to live.

Oh that was my ..........

daughter...!!!

Cheers...!!!!