Dedicated to Mr.R..
I’ve been thinking about grieving things in my mind lately. I don’t really know how I’ll get through the rest of the year or maybe even longer.. So, one of the many reasons is this one. This idea has been stuck in my head for quite some time and I just have to get it off my chest. I will always refer to this poem when thinking about my most favorite teacher of all…Mr. R
How I Know You’re Here
Walking towards the door
Hoping to see your photos and miniature guitars
Standing on your desk
And your taste of music will burst out
From the doors in front of me
And into my ears
That’s how I know you’re here
The fun you will bring to class
And your unique methods of learning
Confusing but smooth
Fun but educational
The eagerness in me will awaken
My imaginations and spirits will fly
That’s how I know you’re here
Adventures and challenges
That I know we’ll accomplish together
The new worlds and hidden thoughts
Underneath these walls
We will explore it all
Walking away from those lies
That’s how I know you’re here
You’ve told us so many things
Words can be more powerful than images
Expressing who you are from art and poetry
They will always guide me through the way
Your voice is in my mind
Speaking to me
That’s how I know you’re here
The lessons we have learned from you
Lessons in induviduality, love and life
Will be the key to all of the doors
Even though you’re gone now
And I can no longer see you
The happiness we’ve shared will stay
That’s how I know you’re here
Time will slowly slip away
I feel like I will never recover
From the damage in my soul
I wish you could stay just one more time
So we could say goodbye
But it’s never farewell
Because I know you’re always here
Nabila this is really nice..Again this makes me cry.
Thank you about your comment in my blog.Well I really don’t think my poem is as nice as you, but that’s what I got. You know what. I will make a little story about Mr.R!!
Maybi it will make me feel better…
You know aku kangen buanget sama dia! class sekarang ga seru banget kaya pas itu sama dia!!
and aku selasu hope when I came to class suddenlyt dia bilang “why you guys are so late”
huhuhuuhhu!! :’(
I miss him so badd.. I always want to ask his wife about him, but I’m scared she will kinda unhappy with the questions..
Anyway, good job^^
Great poem nabila, I can almost picture how the light set uponed the room as we would come in, the light inriching the beuty of the plant that weaved into the ceiling. I also like how you ended each of the segements with, “This is how I know your there.” I thought it added a dramtic and sensiable touch.
Keep writing, as he would say
Hi Nabila,
Well I went to your blog and I saw this and well i hope Mr.R sees this so he know we really miss him and we really thank him for everything he has taught us in these past 6 months.
Thanks again because like you I love to write especially poetry and I know that writing your emotions down are much better then saying because so much can be said that way.
Keep it up! We all love it
Leila
P.S Mr.r was obsessed with your blog so be proud and keep on writing, at least for him.
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