Image of Red Algae from Berkeley UCMP.
Describe a color.
It all started there-
With the color red, my fifth-grade teacher that looked like Mrs. Claus and my composition book.
I did not know the door I was passing through was the one that ever since has been my doorway home.
It's a home that was new to me then, yet somehow it had always been.
It's a place I can always travel to, no matter where I am. It's never too far away.
To make this journey, all I need is a pencil, a notebook, and my memory of Mrs. H smiling as she reads what she finds written on the pages inside.
T.L. Eastman 2010
Comments
She was an amazing lady who loved poetry. She taught it to me that year, and in the next showed me how it could be a helpful tool in dealing with grief.