Lost Little Third Grader
Dear,
mrs.Savage
Thank you
For all that you did
You turned books from my worst enemy into stories from my wise grandmother
You turned wine into water,right in front of my very eyes
My dungeon known as school to my safe haven now appreciated as education
Made me proud when I was to scared to fail
Took a diamond in the rust and transformed it to pure solid gold
Held my head high when it was about to fall
Helped a dandelion plant some roots
When she knew she’d be forced to fly of into the next breeze
But that’s okay because you taught her how to dream
You didn’t depict her with the same black and white brush the others did
Instead you used gold and light pink and all the the colors she loved the most
See you saw a dreamer and turned her into a scholar
You came across weeds and gave it fertilizer to grow
And in a week it grew into a white rose
In your eyes you didn't see a slacker, you envisioned a girl
A person with feelings,emotions,and every other complicated thing in between
Your eyes weren’t corrupt,so you didn’t see a number a future test taker, or even a
one year student
You saw me
So thank you Mrs.Savage
You truly saw me
Love,
Reign Johnson