The Children’s Moon
In my navy shirtwaist dress and three-inch heels,
my pearl clip-ons and newly red-rinsed curls,
I smoothed on lipstick, lipstick-marked my girls,
saluted and held thumbs-up to my darling Mel,
and drove myself to school for the first day.
Over the schoolyard a silver lozenge
dissolved into the morning’s blue cauldron.
Enter twenty seven-year-old white children.
Look, children, I said as they found their desks:
The children’s moon! A special good luck sign!
We pledged allegiance, and silently prayed.
George Washington watched sternly from his frame.
I turned to the blackboard and wrote my name.
I thought I heard, She’s the REAL teacher’s maid!
I thought I heard echoes of history.
But when I turned, every child in the room
had one hand up, asking, What is the children’s moon?
“The Children’s Moon” from Mrs. Nelson’s Class by Marilyn Nelson. Copyright © 2017 by Marilyn Nelson. Published by World Enough Writers. Used with permission of the poet.