#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,

The sound of
Ms. Harrison's nails
Scraping along

As she gripped the chalk
Scribbling out
A pointless lesson of
'Pythagorean theorem'

She smacked her gum
Clicked her pen
Wreaked of stale coffee
With a hint of last night's rum

She was mean
But I had it easy
She was my neighbour
I mowed her lawn
For lunch money

French immersion
An unpopular choice
In our small town
Two teachers
Took...