by Edmund Siejka
His grandchildren were playing
Shrieks and laughter
Tugging at his memory
Catapulting him on a journey
Back to his childhood.
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
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 © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2018