Oh beautiful flower

Your petals are falling

Your stem is bending

Your scent is fading.

What kind of flower are you?

Not bright or tall

Nor colored or warm

You stand out amongst them all.

A flower so keen on the heat of the sun

And the chill of the night

With the wind you will run.

For the pretty and the perfect flowers

Are a comforting sight

But the flower thats different

Makes a difference in life.

We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all
No other fool understands
The strife behind our fall

No, I don't  remember everything about you.

The way your eyes form lines whenever you smile.
The way your face paints red if you're mad.
The way you murmur when there's something you hate but still continue for being kind.

I don't remember all of these,

Of how passionate you are in doing your job even if you hate some aspects and how selfless you are.
Of how you giggle at almost everything.
Of how cute you're when you rant about the book you read or movies you watch.

I don't  remember everything that involves you,

Like how a plain coffee reflects your passion.
Like how a characteristic directly connects you.
Like how one specific place speaks about you.

I don't remember ,

When I slowly am feeling butterflies in me
When I could not control my emotions towards you
When I started to love you and everything you do

No, I don't remember everything about you.
I won't remember everything about you.

This I keep on repeat for at least the more I convince,
the more I'd get used to this
and the more I'd get used to this,
the more I won't hurt myself over again.

You see, I am trying not to remember everything about you. ☺️

-kem ann

teachers come and go
but very so often one comes along
that you'll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure
the kind who can make you the best
someone you can relay on
who really cares ; what happens to you
not just as a student but has child
who could give out love in all directions
so that you don't faint when you're homesick
inspire you and shape the best version of you
teach you the words that heals wounds
today I'm here because of you
it's you who made me believe that I can alone make it sense
that is you, taught me to smile in hardships
thank you for your presence
god must be grateful for creating you
and I feel the luckiest to be your student
you have me and I need you as guide ;
no matter what I have you at loss of words
you're the polestar for the child who lost his way
and I know this polestar takes him in right direction
(ma'am forgive me if I have any grammatical mistakes ;
this child is not perfect yet