When we were little girls

We lived to make-believe

You were Mary Richards

and I was your Rhoda

Working girls in Uncle Albert's room

(whoever that was)

-and that blue lightbulb

We were the entire stage cast

of Jesus Christ Superstar

standing

on the green ottoman in your livingroom

Mostly,

we were in school

You were my first teacher

even though

you had probably learned the stuff

moments before

I remember you

playing school in Uncle John's canteen

by the old apple tree

Your summer sessions smelled of old fridges and oil cloth

Not surprisingly,

you are still teaching school and I

still learning

Funny how early you find your calling