Pony Poems Vol. 1

by Show Off

Teacher is Student as Mother is to Daughter

To my teacher,
who mentored me those many years.
I have no way to thank you for what you’ve done.
You opened my eyes to a new world,
One I should leave, but I don’t want to.

To my teacher,
who met with me over lunch
to discuss our latest theories. Theories that could’ve changed the world.
The food on the table was the fuel for the machines we called our brains.
(Not the best food, mind you. Oatmeal—are you crazy?)

The lessons I learned are serving me well;
I hope that was your wish.
And I’m passing that knowledge alon to others;
What can I say, I’m a giver.

The time we spent together was among the best of my life.
I’d spend the day studying and run to you to explain the harder things.
I remember how begrudgingly I left the library for that first field assignment,
feeling like I’d been taken away from something I loved.

But that experience changed my life.
I learned more on that one day than a week in the library.
And I realized that’s’ what you were preparing me for,
All those years, guiding me, just to show me the real world.

To my teacher,
whose influence was magical;
whose love was life-changing.