Poetry Corner: Mrs. Wasden

I loved my fourth grade teacher. Mrs. Wasden rocks! I've run into her twice as an adult and she even remembered who I was - she didn't even run or cringe. Neat, neat lady! This posting is one of encouragement. Go out and make a difference, make a memory!

Mrs. Wasden

For just a short 365,

we gathered ‘round with

open minds.

Her voice, a Zenith, 

had us fixed…

creating

“A Wrinkle In Time”,

where all was suspended

by nurturing

gingersnap eyes.

She was a magic mirror,

allowing us to see,

what we could become or

thought we’d never be.

                       

                                    365 days and twenty-years later

                                                I still rely on the memory

                                                of those days; that year.

                                                                                   

                                    For each whiff of root beer –

hard candy to teeth clicking,   

                                                sound of Recorder,

                                                or curly brown hair,

                                                                                   

                                    I see her, I feel her, telling me,

“You will succeed!

                          You will be great!

  Just you wait and see.”

                                    By Diana M. Bateman

                                                2004 ©