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Robert Lindner
Goodbye Sweet Lorraine
Lorraine H. Morton, the mayor, passed away
Yesterday, as I am writing this to
Remember her. She was as tough as they
Come, but she always had a smile for you,
When she came by in recent years, when I knew
Her as the mayor. But she was more than
That to me and the other students who
Had her as teacher saying, “Yes, you can!”
Mrs. Morton was my teacher when I went
To Nichols School for grades seven and eight.
Her Social Studies class was where I spent
My afternoons, while passing through the gate
Between child and adult, as I searched for
The person I would be and she helped me
Find my way, she probably helped me more
Then I knew, but I was too young to see
What my life would be, where it would someday
Take me. Since this was still just junior high,
Still just the beginning act of my play,
Where I try to prove that I’m a cool guy.
Mrs. Morton caught the serious side
Of me and other students, kept our
Noses to the grindstone, our heads inside
The books, moved us with the strength and power
Of her personality. And though she’s
Just passed, she’s not gone. She’ll always be there
In memories and personalities
That she shaped. I know she’s still there somewhere
So goodbye sweet Lorraine, at ninety-nine
And Mrs. Morton, the mayor, hello
And Mrs. Morton, I’m still toing the line.
And I can see you smile because you KNOW.
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