Lady In Black Poem by Annette Aitken
Lady In Black
Lady in Black
What made her turn so nasty?
Only god would know.
She wore a long black habit
right down to the ground.
She never seemed to have a smile
all she did was frown.
She walked around her head bent down
you could feel the tension.
Her books aligned upon her desk
pencils they were sharpened.
You dare not turn to look at her
for fear of reprehension.
To use a word that's out of place
you're sure to get detention.
We read we write, stay very quite
try to go unnoticed.
You'd sit up straight, erect and wait
never dare to question.
The school bells rings, your head it swims
oh yes, we have survived it.
Another day of hell to pay
if sister Mary deems it.
What made her turn so nasty?
Only god would know.
I hope that's not an actual picture of the nun in the poem. She might sue you. Thank goodness I never had a teacher like that. All my teachers were great, which helped make my decision to become a teacher myself. Great poem, by the way.
Nice poem about a difficult time, sound's like you school days weren't very nice and I know how unpleasant that can be.
she wore a frown out of habit, never smiled because she was a nun and got none, enjoyed fearful kids on the run, Catholic nuns were legendary for strictness but there always seemed to be one legendary mean; I have never understood constant nasty, how can anyone live like that, but sometimes modelling our personality opposite to a bad example is just as good or more effective than a positive example, nice poem down memory lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:23:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Now this poem is a work of art! No smiles, seeping fear, the freedom that comes with the ringing of the bells, I love it! !