3/14/2025 for mulberry trees and butterflies Poetry Contest sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Memories float along with sighs, off-white moths, and butterflies - and my third-grade teacher, long ago. We all sat under a mulberry tree, so a silkworm's dinner, we could see. Entranced, enchanted ones were we, growing, as moths and trees grow. She read the story of Pandora's box, unknowing what the future's key unlocks in life's security breach, but, in childhood's innocent shield, such wonders were revealed in the power her tales would wield. Here's to those who teach.
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