The Teacher Who Left Me In 2nd Grade
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This poem is written in honor of Dr. Pat Smyser, my 2nd grade teacher, who left us when she got married over Christmas, and never came back. I met her 37 years later and she said "I know who you are. You are a Stone Twin from Chariton, Iowa." She did not know which one, which was not surprising as she only had us in her class for a semester. I remembered her also, as we had loved her very much, and always expected her to come back.
Her fluorescent personality shone through like a beacon to us.
We all wanted to be close to her, her friend, her everything.
She was our star, and we followed her around like puppies.
No one made us feel any more listened to, or respected.
Her love for us was all-encompassing, she was our light.
When she left us to uplift others, we were devastated,
Thinking she had belonged to us, pondering the why of it,
Not realizing it was time for her to niche out her own life.
We felt abandoned, betrayed, bereft. I remember how angry I was.
She was our beloved second grade teacher and we were in love.
Worst of all, her replacement was snippy, snappish, mean, harsh and super cruel.
This made her ever more beloved; we waited the rest of the year for her to return,
Not believing until the last day of May that she was truly gone.
Written 10-03-2018 Contest: Any New Free Verse
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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