THE SCHOOL MARM

Every weekday morning at the break of dawn,
Sure as the sun came up to yawn-
Miss Sally Ann, a school teacher by trade
Dressed in high collared lace, her hair in a braid,
Would slip down the stairs, a picture of grace,
To sit at the table in her appointed place-
At the boarding house where she had a room
She thought how she'd be moving soon.

A dainty cup did hold her tea.
After taking a few sips, off she'd flee;
To catch her ride that took her to town
She rode all the way with no smile nor frown.
For she was thinking of the lessons for today,
How to make interesting, the words she'd say.
You could make lessons fun, not stark and stern!
That's how you got children to begin to learn.

Her students were her children, she was fond of saying.
Her male friend proposed but he was now delaying.
Talk of the wedding day she had held Oh, so dear-
While deep in her heart she began to feel fear.
Thoughts of "Old Maid" filled her mind with dread.
She was beginning to realize the lies she'd been fed.
Pushing ill thoughts aside, she sped to her room,
To view the young faces just as shiny as a spoon.

Each year, new children came and as she became older.
She'd tuck all those bright faces into her mental folder.
She taught some to be doctors, some lawyers and wives.
Knowing they'd keep this the rest of their lives.
Sweet, yet bitter memories to send them on their way,
As she remembered the first time she sent them out to play.
Now beautiful young women, girlish pigtails long gone...
Handsome young lads who sang the war songs.

Miss Sally Ann cried as each graduation came and went.
They were mostly tears of joy 'cause her heart was a little bent.
But then the new group would be sitting at the desk.
She'd get that feeling of hope and lay the old ones to rest.
A new life to mold into a true work of art.
She 'd think to herself, as she sat in the park;
Feeding the pigeons from her brown lunch sack
Throwing the last crumb, she would slowly walk back.

As age over came her, she thought not to stop.
Her hands grew frail and her heart would knock.
And then one day she was with us no more!
God had called Miss Sally Ann, to tally up her score.
Maybe she was needed to teach a heavenly choir?
No longer crippled she could sing octaves higher.
Too numerous to count, the stars in her crown.
Gold and diamonds adorned her shoes and her gown.

The town people were saddened to lose Miss Sally Ann.
Not a dry eye was found on any woman or man.
The big church was packed, the parking lot overflowing.
The minister stood tall, his face was just glowing.
He could just see her as she looked down from above.
So happy in knowing, just how much she was loved.
There'll never be another like our own Miss Sally Ann.
A dedicated teacher who gave all to her fellow man.

Jay Cee ~~ ©

INDEX
Section I

"AS MY LOVE LIES SLEEPING"

"MY FRIEND 'FOOTS'"

"BLUE MORNING GLORIES"

"THE HEART AND SOUL OF MAN"

"SHADOWS OF A DAY NOW DYING"

"THREE FINE FAT LADY BUGS"

"THE OLD TIME FARMER"

"AS IT BECOMES FALL"

"THE HOME"

"THE SCHOOL MARM"

"TIME FLIES AND MUD PIES"

"AGE OF A VETERAN"

"SECRETS OF THE SEA"

"THE HOUSE"

"NIGHTS AND SUCH"

"A LOVE POEM… I AM"

"THE OLD CEMETERY"

"FREE SPIRIT"

RETURN TO HOMEPAGE

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