Miss Connie

limburger cheese

Here you go once again
Life put in a tough time
Is it really true?
Are we not going to see each other anymore?
You have been the reason I have continued my learning
This heart will never forget you
As long as I am alive

The tired and cold grasses
The dry tree next to me
The cold and broken bench I am sitting on
They are all witness to it

You may think you are not special
But you have been my parents when I was away from them
You are the big sister I have always missed
Miss Connie, my teacher,
I may not give you anything special
But you have always been in my thoughts

Even though life has let me down many times
Broke me in many pieces
I promise every piece of me will be connected again
Surely, it is true my parents have brought me up
They have told me about life, my country, my religion
Escaped from war to keep me safe
Educated me, loved me, and kept me in their hearts
However, you have taught me about the world

Miss Connie, I remember one of the first classes I had with you
You had a German cheese with bread
It gave me ideas about Germany
After that day I always looked forward to your class
I remember the time I travelled with you
For the first time without my parents
You made me calm
Even at that time you were teaching me
You cleaned my tears with the new English words
I forgot about worrying about being far away from home

Miss Connie, you deserve every happiness in life
I’ll walk towards you until I reach you
One day I will reach my goals
I promise the first one who I will share with will be you

By Farahnaz


Comments

  1. This poem makes me very happy. I am so happy that you had Miss Connie in your life, and I hope you will get to see her again soon. I am so happy that you can express your feelings as well as you do. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem for your teacher. Stacy

  2. Lori Noack says:

    This is a beautiful tribute, Farahnaz, using a lot of strong poetic techniques. You start out by standing back a little, “life put in a tough time,” and “this heart,” and as you begin to talk about a separation, your surroundings hurt along with you. You make yourself so vulnerable, baring your soul, and then comes that wonderful and concrete image: “You had a German cheese.” I love this—one detail represents a whole relationship. There are so many pieces of this poem that work together to honor Miss Connie. She was a true gift in your life. Thanks for sharing her with us. Lori

  3. Elizabeth Titus says:

    Thank you, Farahnaz, for this loving tribute! Miss Connie. Lovely title. You inspire me, as a mentor and host in the US for young Afghan women, to do even more, every day!
    Liz

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