I cannot recall an angry word
Or a harsh or critical tone,
Her raising her voice I never heard,
Of her faults, I remember none.
My image of her is slightly blurred
And though some fond features are gone,
Comforting feelings forever are stored
And her memory lingers long.
Her voice was soft and her gentle way
Put a four year-old at peace;
Contentment soothed a boy at play,
The loss of my mum was eased.
These languid, lovely, leisure days
Were healing balm to a hurting child;
While underneath her watchful gaze
I was learning again to smile.
The years I spent beneath her care
Were my childhood’s great delight
For something special happened there
That set my mental compass right.
Her influence in my life’s untold,
I am the better for her care--
A lady cast from a special mould--
Gifted teacher without compare.
An anchor in my childhood days,
That helps keep me stable still;
Miss Ryan holds an honoured place
In my heart and she always will.
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