Mrs. Maple


Mrs. Maple

Hair in a bun

Gray and wiry

Combed with same comb

For the past decade

Pulled back in same bun

For the past three decades

Dressed in one of what seemed

Like a few thousand different dresses

Every one colorful

Every one with a different pattern

Animals and holidays, flowers and shapes

Ever catching the little eyes

Of her pupils

Eyes donned crow’s feet

A lifetime of smiles left their mark

Etched in her checks

Her face so kind

Her eyes so blue

Her voice so soft

To her son’s she was mother

To her husband she was Nancy

But to hundreds of small children

She was Mrs. Maple

Little hands lifted in the air

Never going unnoticed

Little hearts so easily hurt

Never going un-mended

Her classroom was just as interesting

As interesting as her

Every December there were lights and cookies and a tree

Every October candy and pumpkins and masks to be made

And every June dozens of cards all over the room

Saying “Happy Birthday Mrs. Maple”

And “We Love You”

All written in the finest crayon and squiggled penmanship

She was more than a teacher

She was more than a mentor

She was Mrs. Maple

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whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

Teachers in our lives are more than just adults. They are like family. My favorites were an inspiration to me and helped shape my future. Thanks for the nice memories. whonu

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