Melissa Kate Antognoli

And that’s why they sent her to me.

So she spent her days in my classroom,

In the first desk of the third row.

       She listened,

       She learned,

            And she blossomed like a morning glory.

I can still remember her smile,

The day I stood beside her desk

As she pressed purple crayon to paper white

And ended the arch of her rainbow.

She spent her last days with me,

Right here in my classroom,

In this desk,

The first desk of the third row.

Because I have a gentle touch…

That’s why they sent her to me.

~Brod Bagert

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