The Teacher

O Teacher! My Teacher! I would dare to channel a master just for you. I know not if I am up to this lofty task, but it is to your expectation that I try to rise. You never asked for anymore than my best and I love you for never demanding any less. O Teacher! My Teacher! If you had not opened a locked door, the engulfing rays of enlightenment may never have caressed my yearning face, or held me tightly in her awakening embrace releasing the song desperately trapped in my soul. O Teacher! My Teacher! You always said I had a great gift. If that is true, I heap all praise on you. You have the most wonderful offering of all for within you rested the ability to recognize the potential now flowing freely under my pen. O Teacher! My Teacher! I will forever hold you in the highest esteem. I am not certain if mere words could ever express the appreciation I have long held for your guiding hand. Undaunted by the impossible task now in front of me, this student will once again try to impress his teacher. This piece was inspired and written for Professor Judy Davis who taught at the College of Central Florida until she retired. She was my English Literature and Composition teacher the first time I went to college. Many go into teaching, but the special few, like Judy, are called to the profession. She is now enjoying her retirement, but her old student here still communicates with her occasionally.