Hilga Was Militant

Hilga was militant, Inflexible, unflappable, Morbidly so. She was so strict, being with her made the hair on my legs stand at attention. She was abrupt to the Brink of unkind, yet had no idea Of this. When Hilga was ready to retire She had no place to go. No family, no garden, No man, No child, No yard. Just a small empty Apartment on a Boulevard. A kind, caring, co-worker Wanted to throw her a little Party. We attached it to a Faculty meeting, so people Would show. Best day of Hilga’s life. She had never had a party Before. Watching her have Fun was so much fun, Some of us did not go out the Door. We took her out night-clubbing Until a quarter to four. She Left with a man name of Henry Bee Dee. Oops. Correction. We lost Sight of her at a quarter til three. She came back to school for A week and a day, and she Was a whole new Hilga, And ready to play!