My Dear Little Teacher

On a cold, stormy night,

Disheveled in the ruthless rain,

Eyes shimmering with a hope

To be loved again,

I met my little teacher.

From her wistful trembling,

Even at the slightest touch,

To those quavering whimpers,

Followed by my reassuring strokes;

I learned sympathy.

Her soft little paws

Tagging along the path I chose,

My lap being her only refuge,

While her legs gave in;

She taught resilience.

Tears rolling down my cheeks,

Each counting on her return,

My heart partly longing for

Her well-being, her forgiveness; I realized

Regret leads you nowhere.

So I waited, waited for salvation,

My eyes longing to see her,

My arms craving to hold her, and

My ears yearning to hear;

“I am back, my dear!”

She returned like a gleeful sunshine,

Shooting rays of hope,

Burning away unwitting deeds,

A second chance at that; I rejoiced

For my little teacher has reborn!