I still haven’t forgiven her,
But tonight I did think differently about the decision she made for me
And one lone class of fourth graders,
Sitting in our same seats, writing
Or reading or math or social studies,
Finishing up something somber, I’m sure.
Some task so important that she
Did NOT take us single file
To the auditorium to watch
The Challenger take off.
Apparently, she didn’t think it warranted missing important fourth grade stuff.
Yet it didn’t take off, with a school teacher and woman pioneer and other crew,
No it blew up
On national television
To the horror of all those kids and teachers and parents and NASA personnel.
When all the other fourth graders came back aghast,
Excited, mortified, talkative,
Well, I hold out hope she might’ve known
One person in our class might traumatically never recover,
You can’t unsee what you see.
Maybe I can forgive her today,
Upon seeing her sternness in a new way.