MaMa Bear At Large

One brave senior girl with empathy walked out of class
With my sophomore daughter,
She had actually brought her
Home, in the middle of the
Day. My daughter was
Sobbing. The unknown senior girl was
Indignant, and angry, and ready to tell
Me how horrible the teacher was to my baby.
 
Apparently a teacher
Had lambasted my baby
In class, put her down, called
Her names. A teacher paid by
My tax dollars. I was infuriated.
 
As I heard my daughter sob-heaving,
I was even more furious.  I had to send my
Husband to school eventually, as I was soon
To use some mighty angry highly mean words
On this “teacher”.
 
Being psychic, I knew the woman was
Lying the second she started speaking.
I detested her already, and for her to
Call to tell me “my side of the story”
Was to poke a sharp stick at a
Mama bear.
 
 
I jumped up and down on my bed like
A raging lunatic as the woman tried
To tell me her side of the story.
 
My daughter had quit sobbing, probably to listen.
I caught a glimpse of myself every other hop
As I reflected onto the mirror opposite my bed.
I looked like an angry elf, on speed.
And I felt like one too.
 
I ended up maturely hanging up on the
Teacher.  My husband had to go to school
With our daughter.  He reported upon his
Return that the teacher saw him and walked
Back out of the room.
 
“She probably thought you would tear
Her apart,” I told my husband. “You know how
You intimidate people,” telling myself that he
Would have been even more mean than I had been,
Knowing it was not possible.
 
This was over thirty years ago, and my daughter
Still bursts out laughing when she remembers
Her mother jumping up and down on the bed
Yelling mean angry things to her teacher.
 
Lesson learned? Not really.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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