Can One Proudly Cry?

A student wrote me this poem as a farewell:

Holder of knowledge
Holder of thought
Holder of a sight that saw what I did not.

Holder of patience
Holder of grace
Holder of encouragement to find my right place.

Listener of sorrows
Listener of joy
Listener of thoughts others tried to destroy.

Listener of dreams
Listener of fears
Listener with nonjudgmental ears.

Bringer, you spoke
Bringer, you taught
Bringer of outlets to express my true thoughts.

Bringer of support
Bringer of strength
Bringer of inspiration which knew no length.

Hero of yesterday
Hero of today
Hero of a girl who knew not what to say.

Hero of one who goes forth to chase dreams
Hero who knew how much all of this means
Hero who gave me a reason to soar
Hero who gave me the pen to write more.

My hero: a holder of knowledge and thought
I will never forget you ... Please forget me not.

Yeah. Can you say, doggone it, I love what I do??? I have the best job in the world.

How has your day been?