The Promise

Montessori education, oh the sublime days

In a pretty house on top a hill

With the golden retrievers,

Fluffy little puppies that sat with us

While our imaginations engaged

‘Indian in the Cupboard’ and ‘Pocahontas’;

Strawberries and other goodies at snack time,

With the large kind lady and the big blond hair

Piled like a heavy honey hive atop her head:

She was like a mother to me and a teacher at the same time,

We had chores after lunch time,

Broom’s in the tiny closet under the stairs"

Short, to my stature, probably adorable to the grown-ups,

Then,

Playtime in the wide green yard and the dandelions

Tickled my bare feet when I ran them over with a toy truck,

Lots of good sweet room

For frolicking and running in my precious summer dress,

The silly days of my tender youth,

Out by the fences wicker and wire,

With the big sunflowers that swayed in the wind

And the raspberries that grew in bunches for my taste,

Where the huge glaring sun would shine down on my face

And warm my cheeks and golden hair,

When Pure Love and Absolute

Connected me to something greater than myself

 

A lovely time on Sundays, oh yes

At the house on top a hill

Where I felt whole, a gentle child

Knowing to my core The Promise

That I was always loved no matter when I would forget,

And forever, always, eternally

In The Moment from that moment on

The Grace