Sam And The Mouse Poem by Gabriel Mc Keown

I remember,
One time in school,
A little chap,
And a pet mouse,
He carried in his pocket.
It used to often escape.

The elderly teacher.
Was a kind fatherly man.
Called us all Sam,
As he explainedthings,
A second or third time.

He never seemed,
To see the mouse,
As he often talked,
With his body turned,
Facing the black- board.

Sometimes I noticed,
His shoulders heaving,
As if he was laughing
Inwardly to himself.

I often wonder is God,
A bit like the master.
He can see us clearly.
Loves us dearly,
Knows the naughty
Things we do.

Yet, He's patient
With his children
Loves them dearly.
Hoping in time,
We'll catch
Ourselves on.