Kohlman

Early on a Monday, I sit in my desk. Mrs. Kohlman is pacing at the front of the room. I look at the handout, laugh with the rest. She tells us there will be a poem due soon. Handing out paper, filled with excitement She explains about poetry, We glance at our desks, why this assignment? Poetry won't help you and me. Scribbling all of my thoughts and feelings, I slowly change my mind. Poetry is expressive and healing, Mrs. Kohlman is one of a kind.