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I am an elementary school counselor.
Everyone else shuns the sixth graders, they are my pals.
They are the ones I know the best, we have the same humor.
We laugh at the same raunchy jokes,
Although some I have to pretend I do not hear.
I like my day, it is so much fun; every day different.
I glide through it, laughing and playing, in a child-like, happy way.
Until I get a phone call or emergency text from Room 145Z.
Laughter stops. My smile runs off and hides in a corner.
I pretend to be sick, running for the bathroom, clutching my mouth.
I have a walkie talkie. I get paged six ways to enlightenment.
My boss comes to find me; she is the principal. I have to go.
Jumping off a cliff into a murder of crows being killed by wolves
would be more desirable.
I open the door and enter.
They are all over the place, screaming and yelling.
Under tables, screeching and snarling. Spitting and kicking.
"Thank you! " the teacher says. "I will be right back."
Six or seven come up to me and tug on my clothes.
I use the kindest softest voice I have ever mustered.
Two run off screaming and crying because I hurt their feelings.
Sixteen run up to tattle on others.
One pulls my hair to see if it is red all the way to the root.
Another throws up on my shirt.
I have been here what, two hours?
I look at the clock.
Where is she?
She comes running back in. "Thank you!" she says. "I really had to go."
I'll say.
She was gone two minutes.
I am terrified of room 145Z, the kindergarten class.
shines a face from faraway past - twinkling eyes,
softest smile, silky hair ....
a stylish hat, gorgeous shoes, even a glittering pendant.
so perfect ...holds my hand tight, dances a fairy-dance,
listens to stories with unperturbed attention...
dream of a teacher!
in kindergarten, surrounded by angels,
all shine like the dazzling stars in illuminated sky,
one face ...doesn’t have words to express herself,
not that she does mind.
as cheerful and chirpy as a parrot,
she utters something, with confidence,
does it make sense to the world?
wonder how the languages were created,
wonder...those signs.. who invented!
this tiny girl, floats like a sailboat,
no care in the world touches her,
has created her own language,
she tells everything she feels,
it’s we, as much as we try, don’t understand.
April 15, 2021
FIRST PLACE
For Writing Prompt "Shine" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Saunderson and Sarenson
Friends in kindergarten.
Saunderson and Sarenson
Supporters of each other through senior high
Saunderson and Sarenson
Vowing to be friends to the end
Saunderson and Sarenson
Twenty-two year olds who both fall in love with Piggly Pie
Saunderson and Sarenson
Angry ex-friends who become jealous and suspicious now
Saunderson and Sarenson
Enemies when Piggly Pie chooses neither due to their feuding ways
Saunderson and Sarenson
No longer friends, lifelong bachelors living next door to each other
Saunderson and Sarenson
Lifelong enemies, blaming each other, not speaking
Saunderson and Sarenson
Dying on the same day, alone and friendless.
Way back, when I was about six years old
In kindergarten, I met my first friend
Never knew our friendship would be so gold
You can't predict when a friendship will end
I've had many friends that have come and gone
Some moved, some became foes, some sadly died
Some friendships just keep on going on and on
My first friend- has always been by my side
Now in our sixties, still friends- all these years
Last night, in a pub, out in bad weather
We reminisced while with both sipped our beers
We toasted to- "We've grown old together"
We'll always be friends 'till one of us dies
Teardrops will fall on our final...good-byes
Our friendship is gold
Many stories to be told
We're both growing old
A kindergarten memory
I have is very strong
And no one can corroborate
Or prove that I am wrong.
We’re gluing shapes to paper
And two colors we could use.
I look at all the choices
When deciding which to choose.
I proudly pick the purple
And to go with it, the red.
My teacher, though, suggests
I switch to red and blue instead.
Her reasoning is simply that
My colors do not match.
As I remember it, she felt
She’d saved me with her catch.
Imagine if I’d had the guts
To stick with what I liked.
Perhaps when projects came my way
I might’ve been more psyched.
By nullifying what I chose
The teacher, I think, fails,
For all she did was knock the wind
Right out from ‘neath my sails.
An artist I will never be –
Those skills I don’t possess.
Yet red and purple still look good
Together, I profess.
1st Grade With Miss Harvison at Thatcher Elementary
David Walker
I
Miss Harvison’s smile greeted each taker of
An assigned seat of big kids desks
in our very first First Grade class
at Thatcher Elementary
It was early in September after a
Long summer and a
Successful year of half-day kindergarten
The beginning of numbered grades
All in a row
12 years was my first glimpse of forever
II
Miss Harvison was no taller than the
Tallest boys among us
And I was proudly one among them
Gray hair and pale blue eyes
Thin with the skin of an aging angel
She made learning fun
She made us want to come
For another chapter of Dick & Jane
And adding numbers
III
Miss Harvison never married
But by 1960 knew 50 years of children
She was 25 when she first arrived
And had her first 30 in a
Baptism of fire
She knew everyone
by name and by heart
It was the start of a life-long
love affair with teaching and learning
IV
Miss Harvison has always lived in the
Memories of a thousand and a half
Half-pints seated in neat rows
The children who became her students
Her treasures
Her measures of a meaningful life
Firstly the alligator belt has to go.
The highly polished pearl handled pistol
should not be on my slim hips
in a kindergarten.
I’m swearing of sugar and rum.
Blue suede shoes were never that cool anyway,
I have left several pairs at the back of a thrift shop
with a five dollar bill.
Wearing shades in February is not working for me anymore.
I’ve taken off the tassels of my dude cowboy shirt.
I have moved into Ohio
filling every available space with my yellowing soul;
have filed my fangs down to the size of gummy bears.
We (my huge prosthetic breasts and I),
have joined a Pentecostal church
and now babble eloquently in an angelic tongue
only fully known to rabid squirrels.
Constant prayer has turned my **** eruptions
into pure helium
and am now gainfully employed blowing up party balloons
in a local Dollar Store.
When the good Lord calls me I will be found
balancing precariously on the head of a pin
at last fully masked and surgically prepared for
my heavenly colonoscopy.
We are leaping and peeping and laughing and clapping.
A fun day for sure, and there has been no slapping.
We are the kindergarteners, a mighty throng.
We are cheering and yelling, one is singing a song.
Our play dough is gone; we let it dry up completely.
We have smeared down the tables with glue, rather neatly.
We live to paint, each other, our hands, and one guy his toes.
We are all together in this, a unit in giant happy big throes.
Our teacher comes in all perky and young, cute to the max.
When we leave out at night she looks like she has been sitting on tacks.
We are leaping and peeping and cackling and mooing.
Jake is in the corner, yelling “Uncle,” and Sally is boo-hooing.
Our teacher is showing someone how to take a reading test.
Another teacher, we do not like, is trying to make the rest of us rest.
We are leaping and peeking and pretending we do not understand.
We are the kindergarteners, and one of us has a live snake in his hand.
Under The Weeping Willow
I saw you when we were kids
Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor
We grew up
You became a beauty
I became a geek
I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you
Then we met
Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river
We met, we held hands and we kissed
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the love we both wanted
I proposed and we wed
Promising to share our lives from then on
Never to part
I saw the love in your eyes
The geek married the beauty
And the rest of our lives began
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We shared our vows
The rings shined on our finger
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the forever we both wanted
Our baby was born on a summer day
The sun was warm and the breeze gentle
She was named willow
And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves
She loves her mother and father
All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We were the perfect family
A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead
She brought pure happiness into our lives
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the family we both wanted
That winter the love of my life died
She went to sleep
She answered God's call
All her prayers would be answered
I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven
And given a beautiful pair of wings
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
I laid her body to rest
A beautiful love that will last forever
She is smiling because she was loved
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in sadness
The love of my life was gone
A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.
Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.
Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.
Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.
Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.
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