She peers round the door

uncertain who calls,

elvish delight beckoning enter the space

where all is tidily out of place,

apologetic chatter climbs the stairs

then we settle as delicious familiars

her delightful crooning washing my sleepy eyes

with uncertain stability

as she returns through the past refusing futures

that hold unseen promises she will not dream.

She is the teacher who knows best.

There is talent aplenty under that vest

as around her fools buzz, invariably stinging

with unimagined pain biting deep.

Repeating, reminding, remaining, repeating,

pain taking life so many hoped to enjoy

as she coquettes her reality