Old Ms. Boot

Old Ms. Boot

I'll never forget, dear old Ms. Boot;
a Kindergarten teacher who held my repute.

The very first day, she laughed hard out loud,
quickly gathering us children into a crowd.
Singing merry songs, with a voice so strong,
putting smiles on our faces as we sang along.

I'll never forget, dear old Ms. Boot;
a Kindergarten teacher who held my repute.

Her skin was pitch black, her hair was white-gray,
her face was crinkled and reminded me of clay.
Her hands like paper, scratchy to the touch,
and yet nothing about her was used as a crutch.

I'll never forget, dear old Ms. Boot;
a Kindergarten teacher who held my repute.

She held her head high, shoulders thrown far back,
despite when others would make mean racist attacks.
Her smile continued, shone right through and through,
all the children she taught regardless of their hue.

I'll never forget, dear old Ms. Boot;
a Kindergarten teacher who held my repute.

Her lessons many, her pride ever strong,
Always teaching us something through parable songs.
Though she taught a lot, when I was just five,
old Ms. Boot will always live in my heart and thrive.

I'll never forget, dear old Ms. Boot;
a Kindergarten teacher who held my repute.