Dear Ms. Necessary

I wrote this poem awhile ago and couldn’t get it quite right.  It’s not my favorite but I like the story so I’m sharing it anyway. It’s what I call a snapshot poem where I try to use words to capture a moment.  Here’s the moment: I accompanied my 82 year old father to the funeral of his first grade teacher.  Her name really was Ms. Necessary and I thought with a name like that I needed to write something.  Ms. Necessary ended up marrying and no longer was (I have to write it) Necessary.  But for my dad she always was Ms. Necessary.

Dear Ms. Necessary’s

Reliance first grade class

was not her first time teaching

but it was far from her last.

She brought the little class

back together again

when she celebrated 100 years

and they gathered as friends.


When it came time

for her final goodbye

her students remembered

her good deeds and life.


One hundred and one years

and her time was well spent

filled with love, humor,

and oh, the places she went!


But for the small class

she will always be Ms. Necessary

their first grade teacher

energetic, kind, and so merry!

© 2017 ck’s days


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