I always wished I had told Mrs. T and Ms. P
Exactyly what they did for me. 

Taking a shy, withdrawn kid with
Her nose perpetually stuck in a book
And giving her purpose.

They were the first people who told me,
“You could really be a writer,”
And I was never even able to thank them.

All I can hope is that this thank you letter
Finds them wherever they are,
Wildflower fields in deep forests
Somewhere in the clouds. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you.