One of the earliest memories date back To the nights you gently patted me To sleep. Nothing greater then I lacked. The last thing was your face to see. You had such a calm appearance of A dove that finally found its place. You mostly smiled and rarely laughed. With you, I never felt out of place. When I cried complaining about Something, you weren't just moved. "Tell me what you did first!", you said. That was always your first move. You never forced me to read anytime. You were so sure that I will succeed. I rarely did and failed a few times, Never once I had that self pity weed. The moment when you stood up for Me without asking even once Whether I did wrong shows how much You trusted me. I was so moved then. You didn't preach though you were A teacher for almost four decades. You forged us all to be stronger. We'd be more, dear, had you stayed!
A mother nurtures A teacher disciplines As hard it’s to be both Equally hard to be Without them. Good one
