My Best Teacher
By
Bill Cottringer
Certainly had some great ones,
Along my wayward winding way—
Pretty blonde pre-school teacher,
Funny bad-hair day History teacher,
Critical bi-speckled English teacher,
Brilliant tiny philosophy professor,
Even a best friend, soul mate,
And famous self-help mentor;
But one stands out,
More than the others,
Taller, brighter, more powerful,
Without a doubt,
Love has been my best teacher;
Fiercely forcing me to grow,
Learn and get much better,
A bad me to my best me,
Way beyond my comfort zone,
Giving me an unfair share of sad sorrows,
With unforgettable heart-wrenching pain,
But also moments of incomparable joy,
Making the heartache seem to fade,
Growing my mind, heart and soul,
Into a timeless eternal bliss,
Taking me further than anything:
From easy innocent puppy love,
To demanding unconditional loving,
With many stops in between—
Lots of romance, sensuality and lust,
Enough friendship, acceptance and respect,
Plenty of patience, partnership, and purpose,
And ending with wholeness, meaning and peace,
But still growing with no end in sight,
Being assured of one important thing—
That all will be well in the end,
In spite of what others may say,
Not understanding love and its way.
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