Here's a poem for my mother My favorite teacher of all She never stood in front of a whiteboard She didn't have me raise my hand to ask a question She was just always there when I needed her She taught me how to be kind And this needed no lecture She was just the kindest person I knew She taught me to fall in love with language She never led me to believe that I had a reading level She shared with me what she wrote And she shared with me what she read And even if I didn't fully understand It still felt like magic Knowing that words could create different worlds And she taught me how to do just that How to create a world with language She never had to give me a grade Because I passed creating something I was proud of And she still teaches me With everything she does And this is why to me she's the best Teacher Poet And of course mom