A poem that’s been percolating for a long time
With gratitude to Maggie Smith
She was first.
Alphabetically. Ago.
The first desk
in the first row
the first week of 7th grade.
1970.
She was thin, pale, with short light hair.
She was there.
Then she wasn’t.
She died, they told us.
We all moved up one,
Ahearn took the first desk.
So long ago.
So long, Ago.
You were first,
the first of us
to go.
Wow! That says it all! Would you consider posting it on the Girls’ Latin School Alumnae (as opposed to the GLS Alumnae) Facebook page?
Yes, please feel free.
Our first up close brush with death. Such a short life, and so much potential lost.
Beautiful poem.
I googled her recently. Her mother lived another 40 years. Can you imagine?
Simply, beautiful.
Thank you, Kerry.
Trying to catch up…. Have so missed your thoughts,,
What a nice thing to hear, thank you, Donna.
Beautiful and quietly devastating,
Quietly devastating. Your blog has been quite missed.
Thank you, my beautiful friend.