June 1st 

Ran back to school,
forgot my phone,
as I get out of my car,
I hear,

“That was
my 8th grade teacher.
Do you remember
who I am?”

“Of Course,
I reply.”
I tell her her name.

“You really do
remember me.”

Attending graduation
three more students come up
who were former students of
the past.

They like to see me
doing well,
for they were with me
when I had cancer.

And I in turn
write on my calendar –
attending their high school graduation
next year.

No matter how old they become,
like chid’s wish of their parents,
they still want to know
you remember
and care.