Dearest Mrs. Gupta
Our story began in the mid of July
I came to school, I learned how to fly
You taught me of hunger, of pain and of war
That we are all blessed and given much more
And because of this gift, this fleeting supply
That we should give freely, all of our life
Because of your love, your kindness and care
You gave me wings so these gifts I could bear
Inspired and filled with motives and love
You were the reason, you were the dove
But life is so short, an angel must leave
For to lose you so soon, I could not believe
I never did tell you how much to me
You meant and you caused for one to see
You brought me to do much more than I thought
Learning life lessons through the history you taught
Ms. Lindsey, Mrs. Gupta, we loved you so dearly
Be merry in heaven, I'll be there so nearly