We were just as a bunch of chicks
Peeping anxiously over the edge of our nest,
Hoping for a glimpse of our future, our destiny.
But you smiled at us your sweet, maternal smile,
Assuring us, "All will work out for the best."
It is nearly time for us to fly away from home,
To try our little wings against storms and gales.
We hop tentatively onto the edge of our nest,
And we look back into your lovingly reassuring eyes
That tell us, "The pure hearted never fail."
Pardon the analogy, but nothing else could compare
To the bountiful love and affection you've given us;
Nothing fit our feelings about you more snugly,
Nor was enough to explain to you and to the world
Just how much of a dear you are to us!
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i wrote this poem for my 12th grade class teacher, when it was time for our graduation... Mrs. Aruna was a lady for whom it was natural to want to mother all and sundry. thank you, Mrs. Aruna, for having been the person that you are!
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