I was reading through posts again this morning and ran across one from Cyranny the last words (or maybe all the words) of which dragged back vague memories of a kindergarten teacher of mine from another century who spoke with no apparent direction but with playfulness and love. Perhaps my memories of her have become distorted with time. But does that matter?
How I wish I had known her
And not outgrown her
words that had clattered out
like a runaway train.
And wandered about
off the tracks again and again
only to return to where she had been
to the central theme
Which was love.
How I wish I had touched her
And somehow clutched her
simple truths
so recklessly painted
with her wild word
by rules untainted
And wonder how, now
She might still be heard
Speaking from above.
Richmond Road 
Very nice!
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Shucks. Thanks.
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🙂
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nice one pops, I’m impressed you can remember that far back 🙂
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You make a valid point. It is a memory, to be sure, that has become hazy with time, though glowing brightly through that haze nonetheless. I may, indeed, have a few of the facts mixed up. She may have been a high school maths teacher or a university professor or maybe the checkout girl at Woolworths last Friday. No matter.
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an apt tribute to all those who impressed
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Beautiful memory. Glad I came across your comment on stoneronarollercoaster.wordpress.com.
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