Teacher Poem

To my loving teacher Mrs. Lisa Ibach who I'm talking about in this poem she was more than a teacher but a friend.

My Final Goodbye Friend

© Ali
No one understands the way I feel
why the good die so very young,
my world feels constantly hazy though,
I do not show it
my world like a muddy puddle,
when I think about you,
When I cry I tell myself "stop crying you don't cry"
Then I remember why I feel a torturing pain in me.
She's already dead get over it I hear,
it's really not that easy
No matter how hard I try I'll never get you back.
I lie when I say I'm okay to go to school and face all those miserable faces.
My head feels cloudy,
as I stand in front of the school frozen in my steps.
The breeze flicks my hair back and forth,
the day feels colder than usual
colder than winter,
Because she is not there to warm it with her presence.
Silently screaming to be heard as the world continues swirling around me.
She was not only a teacher who taught me simple stuff I excel in today,
But a friend.
She's gone now but I'm okay,
I cry because I never got to say goodbye.
I can now feel her presence all around me,
She is my guardian angel.
I now can say how she died without bursting into tears,
"heart problems" I will always whimper,
It's in the hands of God and I will
never doubt his decisions.
Because she is still here watching over me.
This is my final good bye friend I'll never ever forget you,
Rest in Peace.

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Published: Apr 2008

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  • Lisa Ibach is my daughter. I'm not sure who Ali is......but from the bottom of my broken heart... I thank you so much for loving her and missing her.

    Linda Submitted Oct 2009
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  • Lisa was my best friend for many many years! I miss her greatly. Linda, I wish I would have been given the chance to tell her goodbye. You don't know how much I loved her. It's been five years now and I think of her every day. I hope you are doing well.

    Wendy Anderson Timbes

    Wendy Submitted Jan 2012
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