wooden rocking Chair

Never washed beanbag

crate of untouched Books.


i could write a book about Her life

and Read it


her dry Wit

and outspoken Voice


she was always at Peace

but slightly Depressed.


so sad,


Her hair fell out.


to the Boys who couldn’t sit still

they finally Listened


to the girls who whispered Secrets in the corner

now intrigued with these Words on nonfiction


to the kids who read books the size of Bibles

exposed to a truth they never Knew existed


library Class. . .


taught me more than james and his giant peach ever Had
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            ~maeve Mullooly

Writer's Statement: ​I wrote this about a library teacher I had in elementary school who taught me the power of stories.