Jaycee Jaycee Jaycee
She is stranger than I the little girl informed her mother.
Her name is Jaycee, and she is funny, and she likes me.
Her mother was thrilled that Samantha had a friend.
It had been a long time coming.
She had made it to third grade without any real friends.
Jaycee says this, Jayce does that. Jayce wants to…..
Jaycee, Jaycee, Jaycee……. and so, it went.
Samantha was incredibly happy with this classmate.
Conferences were held in October.
Samantha’s mother mentioned Jaycee to the teacher.
Expressing how glad she was that Samantha had a friend.
The teacher said they had no one in the class named Jaycee.
Samantha’s mother described her – blonde hair, blue eyes.
Pigtails, and she likes wearing a pink shirt with a unicorn.
The teacher showed Samantha a photo of her daughter the next day.
You look so cute in this photo! Samantha said to the chair next to her.
Jaycee had died in an automobile accident ten years before.
She had been eight and was in the third grade.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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