My Teacher
Morning came and, like a rose in bloom, her eyes opened. Those deep, beautiful eyes that cast a glow about them. Eyes that look right through and hold you in their brilliant gaze, like a feather in the wind. Another day had begun. A new day in which to continue her labor of love. And she readied herself going on to meet her charges. All day she sowed and planted, and her words watered their brains until she could see the little buds of knowledge sprout in their eyes. And then she rested, for the day was done. She cast a glance about her and , with a satisfied sight, she went home.