My teacher, Mrs Lawrence, though severe and elderly,
(Or so she seemed to me),
Had a passion for good writing, especially poetry.
I wrote a short piece once in class,
And read it aloud at her request.
She couldn’t have known
How much life time propellent
Was in her response.
“If I had written that myself,” she said,
“I couldn’t have put it better.”
This from a sparing woman
Strict to the letter.
Mrs Lawrence died next year
Losing a fight with cancer.
What I never will forget
Is how she praised my answer.