Mrs. Rose
By 1stpoet
Mrs. Rose I hold in my hand a powerful device into heart and mind, its creation can slice I now remember Mrs. Rose Who thought I plagiarized my prose the proof is here, upon this page I can write, even at this age In tenth grade, she tried to stiffle my gift Thankful am I, I was not miffed I kept on writing night and day upon the page my words would play I say now, with such a laugh that old lady must have been daft I write meter, words that rhyme To be a mentor, she never had time Now it is a loss to her that in her mind it did not occur That little boy, the geek, the nerd Had such a gift with written word. William Dawes Copyright 2000Now folks, this really happened when I was in a creative writing class in High School....go figure. Yes, she has seen this poem, along with many others... WSD Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 08:10 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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