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The Teacher

The Teacher
     by Edmund Siejka

His grandchildren were playing
Shrieks and laughter
Tugging at his memory
Catapulting him on a journey 
Back to his childhood.

Three brothers
One sister
And he made five.
Being the youngest 
And the smallest of the lot
Family watched over him
And mother spoiled him.

In third grade
He was just a face
In Mrs. Early’s crowded classroom
Sitting all the way in the back
Near the cloakroom.

Teacher watched him
Doing his best
Memorizing multiplication tables
Division and subtraction
Reading adventure stories
Of pirates, cowboys and space machines.

At recess his sister would look for him 
To see if he was OK
And at the end of a long school day
There was always an older brother to walk him home.

Looking back those were kinder days
Easy days
Fun days
When every day was a Saturday.

He recalled his teacher’s kindness 
How she welcomed him to her class 
With a smile and a hug
But the one thing he always remembered
When he met her again 
Years and years ago
Was that she never forgot his name. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/4/2018 1:09:00 AM
Hi Edmond.. Back from a party and wide awake. Need me a few funny, mysterious, interesting, or mellow writes to settle me into a restful state. So glad I came across your poem tonight.. just what I needed!
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Date: 7/3/2018 12:40:00 PM
Great memories... Well written..
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Edmund Siejka
Date: 7/3/2018 1:33:00 PM
Thank you so much. ed