Glove Love

GLOVE LOVE Their old teacher sitting waiting, Twenty kids come in the classroom: Most dash past to the computer or playtoys. A skeletal six year old girl, Neglected-looking, with glasses, Throws arms around his neck And slips on to his knee. His big gnarled hands Fold over her, Fitting cosily as a glove And her tiny bony hands Rest easy on his knuckles. No words are spoken; But it’s a good morning.

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Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 6/22/2011 1:09:00 AM

I had to let this one settle , as it's that magic combination of startling and heart rending. I think this one should be featured... friendship, it happens in the most wonderful ways, between old and young, wise and niave, and strong and weak. So often we are afraid to allow others to 'slip onto our knees', especially children, for fear that others may misread our attentions and concerns. I like your old teacher--that man's a keeper :-) Cyndi PS thanks for your comments on my writes.