Does anybody here remember
She taught art so many years ago, easy concern.
One day was for memory and the old master,
Just to see who could get them faster.
Once years later a neighbor asks for identity,
Of a print she had from mom's wall since infinity.
Without a moment hesitation, without a wince,
My reply, "The Horse Fair, Rosa Bonheur, French!"
The neighbor never knew why the silly grin,
As I thought of my old teacher Ms. Skillern