Thank You Teacher

From the womb to cradle,

I never knew favorite anything. 

Maybe my tongue found cravings in nipples and ladles;

And my heart’s muscles in a puddle's cuddle and a medal of mud. 

Yet, this woman,

Taught me accuracies from ample simplicity of play,

Where periods of brushes and paints 

Met with adenoids of imagination and creativity. 

Sweet and simple castle of purple and treble— 

Who taught me friendship and power of self, 

Never believed in the rod, scold, or yell,

Led me, by circles of the heterocercal girdle.

With her blessings, art became my first love;

Creativity — my bagel, 

As a fable of a gable,

As the cable of a label. 

I took each fearful step in trebles without a tremble.

In simple circles of little puzzles,

I found my way to sweet rays in sable and stable races, 

Like a little star taught the sail of songs to sing.