Life Happens For Me Like This
Mr. McDill is a young college student who also works at my school.
He is too busy to run down to headquarters and get a badge to let him in
For some weird reason, even on the days he is thirty or forty minutes early
When no one else can let him in I get a notion that I have to leave thirty minutes early
We meet at the front door, where he can never get into the school, but I always can
One time when we met I looked down and my badge was missing, so we were both locked out
I was looking at the high fence, knowing I could not climb it, and doubting he could.
There was one teacher in the building already. Her car was in the lot, but she was way in the back.
The fence kept us from her. I was wandering around wondering who would let us in.
We were both thirty minutes early, of course. The door opened. It was one of my 4th graders.
Are you locked out, Mrs.K? Good grief! What was he doing in here? Apparently his mother came early
And she had a badge. This is how life happens for me, and for Mr. McDill. Life is good!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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