Somethings Just Stick, And They’re Not Even Sticky
I don’t remember much of 1st grade,
except my teacher’s name: Mrs. dePugh.
She smelled like chicken soup.
I’d giggle when Dad called her Mrs Stinky.
That’s why I remember her name, that
and the chicken soup smell, and
every Monday we took off our socks
and shoes, and she’d inspect our toes.
I don’t know why. I had a ruler smacked
across my hand for refusing one time.
Just that once.
One day after lunch I sat in the wrong
classroom. Across the hall. Left vs right.
The school rang Mum. Said I was lost.
And every Wednesday we folded squares
of construction paper into little baskets.
Mrs dePugh filled them up with popcorn.
Written for Twiglet #235 “Folded Paper”. #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021 Photos from WikiCommons cc:00 no restrictions