Sense Sonnet - Acher

Good Bye Mrs. Smith

Fourth grade over, the school year done.
For Mrs. Smith it was the last.
Forty years before, she'd begun
Teaching. Kid by kid time passed.
A pupil - not her worst or best,
But a good teach she'd given me.
After school, just as I had guessed,
Still at her desk. So politely,
I said good bye and wished her well.
She smiled and thanked me being there.
But something was wrong, I could tell,
As she slumped forward in her chair.

I'm glad I got to say good bye,
'Cause sadly, Mrs. Smith did die.