Dear Mrs. Reynolds

Dear Mrs. Reynolds,

First off, I just want to say thank you 

for being such a wonderful inspiration to me

It was in your class that I experienced the flame of poetry...

... the flame that resembles the autumn and fall 

of your strawberry outlining...

and the seeds that were pleasant 

...around the fruit of your smile

I remember how you would sigh every time I read a poem

in front of the class

I would blush like the orange tree 

that was planted on the citrus of your curls

then would grin, on the belly where these words would 

eventually become my bread...

...until the last supper of my breath

I just wanted to take the time to thank you...

Thank you so much for bringing out the barren womb 

out of me that gave birth to this marvelous thing called poetry

I will never forget how wonderful 

of a teacher you were to me

And one day I will be bringing you a signed copy of my book,

so you may see what you've sewn into the heart of a man 

that at one time had no soul...

I love you Mrs. Reynolds

And not of a love like Romeo had for Juliet...

but of a love that a first grader has for his teacher, 

when he gives her a shiny red apple..

 ...that he stuffed in his pocket and walked with

until he reached the classroom of his heartbeat 

Thank you for being my teacher, my friend,

my helper, and inspiration

I will be sure to surprise you one of these days 

and read some of my poetry to your students...

I hope for old times sake you could throw in a little sigh for me,

I would really appreciate it Lol

I hope you're doing well...

There isn't a day that I don't acknowledge the virtue 

that you imparted into my life.

I just wanted to say thank you...

... from the bottom of my being

And hope to one day see you soon

and share the cup of creative writing 

with you again.

Sincerely, 

Your student that never got a chance to send you this letter...

...all because your b*****d husband took your life!!!!

In Loving memory of Roberta Reynolds