Mrs. D

A Poem by S. F. Wright

Mrs. D teaches math.
She talks to me once in a while,
Always says hello
When we pass in the hallway.

She’s been teaching a long time.

One of those teachers
You had in school,
About whom you’d wonder,
“What’s her life like?”

Mrs. D was married,
But not anymore.
She has a daughter.

I sometimes see myself
In Mrs. D,
As I fast approach
Middle age.

For fun Mrs. D bowls.
Once she asked me
To join her.

I made up some excuse.

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