I wrote this when I was sorting through my feelings. I, too, have had a couple of unusual experiences like the one you mentioned. A few nights ago I was cutting out letters for a bulletin board, playing a tape that contained a few of the songs we worked on in voice lessons, and got the feeling that she was right there with me. Thanks for letting me share this.

(Author's Note: Tuesday night at 7 was my lesson slot at Music & Arts Center in Bailey's Crossroads.)

For Lynette

When we met, I realize,

I was not your easiest student.

I was angry.

I felt deserted by my previous teacher.

I didn't think it would work out.

But as I got to know you,

I realized it was me.

I learned that you were a good person.

You helped me do

more with my voice

than anyone else.

You told me about your band

and the Havre de Grace song.

You were surprised to learn

my mother was raised there.

I was grateful when you got me

a copy for Mom for Valentine's Day.

I enjoyed sharing

pictures

music

and Tuesday nights at 7

with you.

I was sad when you told me

last November

that your mom had died.

I had no idea

when I wished you a good vacation

the Tuesday I saw you last

that you wouldn't be coming back.

Now I'm afraid that

all I'll remember is

the headlines.

I wish I could've said

good-bye ...

Sharon Lovering