My First Teacher

You taught me my ABCs

And how to write my name

How Band-aids aren't strong enough

To heal every pain

You taught me to look both ways

When crossing the street

How something that looks like sugar

Isn't always sweet

You taught me how to use a spoon,

A fork, and a knife

You taught me, "Sometimes,

That's just life."

You taught me how to walk

And dress for cold weather

How, sometimes, good friends

Aren't always forever

You taught me to pedal a bike

And how to lace my shoes

That it doesn't have to be physical

For it to be abuse

You taught me how to read

And have a passion for words

That I may can stop the bleeding

But the scar still hurts

You taught me about feelings

And how they are defined

That not all smiles can

Be considered kind

You taught me humility

And that we all make mistakes

That there's more than one way

In which a heart breaks

You taught me to wish for more

But also stay humble

That stepping too soon

Will cause me to stumble

You taught me so much more

Than I realized I know

And that even bad seeds

Can still have a place to grow