Eyes . . .
A classroom full of eyes
Directed at
Me.

Eyes aglow with an eager light,
Eyes afire with some bitter spite.
Eyes that are dreamy and far away,
Eyes that sparkle and are full of play.
Eyes overcast with a haze of confusion,
Eyes disappointed with a fading illusion.
Eyes that wait in great expectation,
Eyes that dance with anticipation.

l's . . .
All unique little l's
Entrusted to
Me.

Can I be for them
What I should be?
 

Commissioned by God —
Teach them,
Guide them, And help them...
See?Miriam den Hollander, Class of 1991. (now Mrs. J.G. Slaa)