by Raymond Mimay
Once a random object, a formless stone
Lying under the ground, drifting in lone
All of a sudden, a lady roamed
She picked the rock for it to be toned.
Crafting the plan, she makes a log
A clever framework so deep was dug
Authentic means were used to mold
And transform the rock into shining gold.
Not a sharp tool, but books are her needs
Chalk and board are the weapons she wields
With words that cut deep, mightier than sword
She shares her knowledge across this vast world.
The rock had grown now higher than hill
Sturdier than statue, stronger than steel
A precious diamond with dazzling sparkle
Owes it all to the sculptress without chisel.
PS: Her name is Mrs. Madelyn Albero, a Filipino
teacher. She happened to be one of my brother’s teachers when he was Grade 8.
PPS: Please have her name anonymous.
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