Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Those Sunday School Stars

We learned the books of the Bible in order when young
Almost nigh impossible to do, not really any kind of fun.
The Sunday school teacher was named Mrs. Marrs.
Rewards she gave us were those sticky tiny aluminum stars.

Was it worth it? You ask me.
It was at the time.
I had no idea they hardly cost her a dime.

Now I dream of these stars sometimes in my sleep
They are poured onto my brain and I do not make a peep.
Remembering how much I wanted them at one time.
When we could get things that only cost a mere dime.

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Jerry Brotherton September 9, 2023 at 5:07 PM A simple and cheap gift. But they meant the world to us at the time. Mrs. Conway, my first-grade teacher would draw a smiley face. Oh, what a badge of honor to be displayed on the fridge. Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2023 at 4:32 PM I know the feeling well