It was sitting outside the front door,
Just there, minding its own business
But alluring at the same time.
What made it even more mysterious was it wasn’t Christmas
It wasn’t my birthday
In fact, a gift of any kind was unusual.
My family had long given up on buying gifts for each other
We each had our own families, and they were hard work enough.
There was a card attached:
“Thinking of you at this time”.
Underneath was scribbled, “Sorry to be so tardy.”
The indecipherable signature did little
In shedding light on who it was from.
Inside was a small coffee mug on which was inscribed:
“Best Teacher Ever”.
I’d been retired for more than five years
The only clue was the small initial at the bottom
I smiled when I saw it, as I then knew
It was a student I’d been thinking of recently,
Who had been in the papers for all the wrong reasons.
Even so, she had thought of me.