Mrs. Stanger

My teacher would hold it under her chin.

Somehow upside-down words for her

became right-side-up imagination for me.

 

And the pages would mumble between her finger and thumb.

 

The glossy scenes of color would move.

Sneeches, Dick and Jane, and Tigger too

interacting by her inflections over the binder.

 

And the pages would mumble between her finger and thumb.

 

Me and Roger Meints sat “Indian-style” on our rugs.

The others, like a band of magic carpetiers

rode through the stories held high for all to see.

 

And the pages would mumble between her finger and thumb.

 

When did “Once Upon a Time” become a cliché?

When did “Happily Ever After” come into question?

When did “The End” sneak up on us?

 

And the pages would mumble between her finger and thumb.

 

The stories held between finger and thumb become

thin memories drawn out in mumbles over time.

I wonder how well I can read upside-down.

 

 

It was forty five years ago my kindergarten teacher read to me.  How in the heck does time fly by so fast?  2012, another page held between finger and thumb mumbles.  Happy New Year to all the writers who know how to read upside down and evoke the imagination!

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5 thoughts on “Mrs. Stanger

  1. smiles…when i taught i actually learned to read and write upside down so i could help my students…this is and a fine tale to end th year on…happy new year jerry!

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