Thursday, January 19, 2017

To Sir, With Love

Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?

It isn't easy, but I'll try
If you wanted the sky,
I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high:
"To Sir, With Love"

Those awkward years
Have hurried by. Why did they fly away?
Why is it, Sir,
Children grow up to be people one day?
What takes the place of climbing trees,
And dirty knees in the world outside?
What is there for you I can buy?

If you wanted the world,
I'd surround it with walls. I'd scrawl
In letters ten feet tall:
"To Sir, With Love"

The time has come
For closing books; and long last looks must end
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn
What -- what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon,
I would try to make a start... But I
Would rather you let me give my heart
To Sir, With Love


  1. ...we had a conversation today in my American History class... and I am going to trust in the way that our government was constructed ... specifically against tyrannical officials in the offices of President ...I do worry about the third branch of government, but I am hopeful that the Democrats in Congress will fulfill their duty and throroughly vet any nominee...

  2. He is vacationing as a private citizen, & I am sure damn glad of it.
    My friend Dede is at the Women's March in DC today. Practically euphoric to get on a 4am bus to have her voice heard & signs read. I'd never do it, but I am thrilled for how thrilled she is, at 66, to be proudly marching in Washington today.


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