The year closes.

It’s been good.

I know.

It’s been bad, too.

It’s tested me like never before

But

It hasn’t.

And yet.

The year closes.

I’m not a teacher anymore.

But that’s okay.

I’m still Mrs. Winkler

I still have something to say.

But right now,

Right now.

I just want to play with my cat

Sit next to my husband and daughter

On the couch

Or read.

While

The year closes

Wait ’til tomorrow.

Or the day after.

I’m not done with you yet.