Dedicated to Eva-Lena
My Teacher and Friend
A burst of light
A call from mother
Roused from deep slumber
Yawning, stretching, tumble from bed.
Into the kitchen
Air thick with Dad's breakfast.
Bacon, eggs, coffee, cigarette.
Dad's empty chair I climb.
A bowl of oatmeal will start the day.
A quick swab with washcloth
Hair plastered tight to scalp with hairbrush
I am out the door for another school day.
Joined with schoolmates filled with chatter
We trudge the familiar path.
Mindful of traffic and crossing guards
We march to a new day.
The ringing of bells are silenced
We sit at our desks.
Our smiling teacher bids us a cheerful good morning.
What does she have in store for us today?
Thank you, my bestest friend Richard, for dedicating this beautiful poem to me
~
Eva-Lena
