Math Beauty Queen

Another precious moment to remind me why I am a teacher:

Here is a poem that one of my sweet students pulled out of her pocket at the end of the day and gave it to me...I am typing exactly how she wrote it...

everytime I see a blasom tree it will always remind me of my teacher Ms. Basom.

Your beauty is better than what you fill my heart with.

and when your cheaks are red I know that smile of yours will fill our hearts with joy.

and you smell like an everyday spring flower.

and all of my sight can only be seen on you.

and you are only be seen by me as a math beauty queen.