Lunch, 12:10 (A poem)

 

I met my 5th grade teachers again today,

But this time, as an 8th grader.

 

It was purely a coincidence,

Our end-semester exams—

They caused us to eat at 12:10

The same time as my 5h grade teachers.

 

I met Ms. Kelly,

In 5th grade, she was twice my size,

Now, we’re the same…

 

I met Ms. Gisselle,

In 5th grade, she was my teacher,

 Now, a teacher, 

Just not teaching me.

 

I viewed them both as enemies,

Now, I understand,

They were trying to be what they are,

A teacher. 

 

Call it vogon if you like.

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