An Unlikely teacher’s Pet
An outcast, always hiding in the shadows,
She never fit in, not in anyway, anyhow, anywhere.
No one seemed to notice the bruises she carried,
On her legs, her hands, her heart and her soul.
Her clothes reflected a time long past,
And set her apart from the others.
They were an obvious reason for others to steer clear,
Making her stick out like a wart or a sore,
Open invitations for poking fun.
She didn’t play with others at recess,
She existed, it seemed, in her own little world,
Lost in a book, drawing pictures, or just sitting,
Dreaming of a life with no bullies, at school or at home.
But something made her comply in life,
Some hidden driving force, a river carrying her along.
For when others rebelled, venting their anger,
She carried on never late, never missing assignments,
An unlikely teacher’s pet.
Cryssa
Thanks God for teachers who care,Karen! Excellent poem! ...ET
Fondly,
Marcia
Regis
Edwin
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Fee
In Spirit,
Bear
1930's, we had a girl in our class that had gone bald (used scarfs to cover it) and suddenly she was there no more.
Many years after I understood why, but then it was too late to go to the girl hiding in the shadows and comfort her.
Georg