Emma
Emma was the name of my best friend
Once long ago in grammar school.
We learned, played and ate together.
Even our lunches we would pool.
When school reopened in the fall,
I looked for her. She wasn't there.
I knew nothing of schools rezoned
Or of adults who didn't care.
Nor how a beloved friendship could
Be sacrificed for common good.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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