Teacher Time

I never knew there was a book by this title, until I tried to find an image to go with my poem (below).

surprises sliced off the top

of skimmed milk; i

measure them discretely, swiftly,

knowing each will evaporate with time’s touch.

SHHhh, do not tell anyone what you have! they are stolen!

rare! not supposed to be there,

and you are the thief! shhh, take care! Time will get you too

and charge you, try you. You will never be free.

Quick! Think. You know what to do,

You are in charge of hiding them away,

deep in gramma’s shoebox,

do you know where it is? Can you still find it

in the knotty pine room with quiet quilts?

Open the door-you are the only brave criminal,

hide them, hide you,

and when it’s all done

look in the mirror,

see life smiling back while time creeps away.

you did it!

shhhh…………