Mrs. Judge

Ten years later,

my school has grown a story taller

and now I climb stairs to reach her.

I can see her face more clearly

under brighter lights.

Same blonde bob,

same smell of lavender.

Same arms that wrap me up as I cry and cry

like I am seven again

and afraid of change.

Reviews

[Neo]

"Like I am seven again
and afraid of change."
Love it.