...An Angel To Me

It was the first morning, that month of June,
An angelic face, in front of us shone.
Lady of love was my first impression,
Soft – spoken lady who’ll bring salvation.

The way she teaches, I admire the most
Our lessons, she explains, like a good host.
Every detail, she tries to clarify,
Doesn’t want to leave us preoccupied.

She’s a teacher and also a mother.
She sees students as his sons and daughters.
She has more than what they call “empathy.”
A lady to some, an angel to me.

Her ways and her words no one can deny,
She is someone who will bring us up, high.
Our future is her only concern,
A hero of pride, to us will govern.