It’s you who taught me how to read,
Who taught me how to write,
Who taught me much of what I know,
And tucked me in at night.
You were my teacher and my friend,
You blessed me in so many ways.
It’s been so long since we have spoke;
I miss you every day.
You never read a word I wrote,
But this matters not indeed.
For naught a thing you ever said,
Left me doubting you were proud of me.