Miss D and Me
Her name was Sharon
And I in eighth grade,
I spoke not a word
As I sat in the shade.
A shade of blue sadness,
My life in distress,
Complications of sorts left
My heart in a mess.
One day the bell rang and
Teacher said "Stay..."
The students thought I
Was in trouble that day.
But she offered,
"No, there's no trouble at all"
As the class emptied
Out into the hall.
Miss D was quite young
When she earned her degree
As close in our age as my sister
To me
She reached out to this child
As a teacher and friend
Sharen her faith of her Hope
Past times end....
I listened to her,
And I felt her dear
Carin'
"Don't call me Miss D,
Outside class, call me Sharon."
Though I did not accept her sweet
Faith right away,
I think her God heard her as for
Me she prayed.
She moved on to Europe
And we lost contact,
Still an anchor in my heart's recall
Looking back.
Teaching us History
And the next year taught art
My friend and my teacher
Gave me a part
Of her time, and her friendship
A sweet sharing heart.
I wish I could tell her what she
Meant to me
To a quiet young girl
From Eighth grade History
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