poem-a-day challenge day 9 (a week late)

[serene]

I was gone for a week, so I'm catching up.

Memory

It doesn't take much to call it back
the twinge of pain, the total lack
of grace, the beating of my heart
when fourth grade was about to start

I thought I'd come to the wrong class
it said "Miss Friedman" on my pass
but this was Mrs. Something Else
a substitute, the hired help

I'd come three thousand miles or more
to stand all awkward at her door
she had a chance to woo me then
to make it easy to come in

Instead, she sneered and rolled her eyes
she almost hid her heavy sighs
I made it through; fifth grade was better
but she wounded me, and yes, I let her.

Comments

[firecat]

What is it about fourth grade teachers anyway? Mine was basically stark raving mad.

Wow that is really deep

[screamguitarman.livejournal.com]

I was very moved by it was so visual I could see the story in my minds eye as I read it just thought you should know