Miss Annie Bailey
She was tiny in stature but feisty as could be
My fifth grade teacher was Miss Annie Bailey
They made her retire when she turned seventy
She could've taught forever between you and me
Generations had been schooled by this little lady
As a spinster, teaching was a joy to her, you see
I had imagined, in her private life, she was lonely
As she always sat alone at lunch drinking her tea
My class was the last class she would ever teach
That final day her mind seemed a bit out of reach
It wasn't hard to understand the heartache she felt
The obvious tears in her eyes made our hearts melt
Certainly to her surprise and very much to her glee
The entire school was called outside for a ceremony
She stood there with such pride as she could well see
In dedication to her, we'd planted a sycamore tree
Those trees in their season have such beautiful leaves
And grow barren in the winter but, oh no, not this tree
With such plentiful foliage year around for us to see
It reminds of how much she loved us so back then
And, upon her passing, for eternity...
Written for the Word Painting Challenge
w/Ruby (jollynoblefrog)
© 2012 Adele Kaye
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