To My Visiting Teachers
Emma Lou Thayne, “To My Visiting Teachers,” Ensign, Mar. 1988
I’m glad you came, my friends.
Today was not a day marked on my calendar
in red—or black.
It was just a day.
Until you came.
You came to me
and I was all I had for you to see.
My props and backdrops, even my supporting actors
were somehow unimportant on the scene:
Just you. Just me. We three
in good companionship.
Or maybe, yes, I’m sure, there was another
who talked and laughed and felt with us.
Because, here now, behind the door
that I just closed
as you two touched my arm and said
you’d come again
and I’m not alone at all.
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