Miss Wendy by Raymond A. Foss
Miss Wendy! Miss Wendy! our three peal out across the driveway, down the corridor, down the pew using outside voices where inside would do Suddenly happier than the instant before
A joy to see her, cling to her be with her, sit on her knee, under the comforting crook of her arm (if someone else’s child isn’t there yet)
Essential mother to so many who will miss her in ways big and oh so small
Hands to wrap their own, so little it seems sometimes, strong yet gentle
Safe with Miss Wendy their teacher, their confidante, Their friend.
June 10, 2006 2:18pm
|