Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

A Teacher Remembers

Those young, clear bright eyes,
hands over their hearts.
Saying the Pledge of Allegiance
on a fragrant Spring morning.
The sun shining through the golden 
shades.
Scents of Lake Michigan to add to the 
glory of the day.

To be a seventh teacher at the great,
Lyman Trumbull School, was a gift beyond 
any diamond in a box.
Youngsters with youth, joy and souls so
beautiful, always made my each day...
a splendour in special ways.

Full of jokes and practical tricks, we all
still learned and shared together.
Amidst a class of mirth and much 
youthful laughter.
.
They asked me questions that
made them part of my tapestry of life, 
forever after.
Each day was an adventure I would
love to relive, but only can remember.
Those children blessed my life and
by their humility,taught me the joys 
and dignity of humanity.

No humungus pay, did I ever get.
But I should have paid them for
what we discovered together.
Those days in Chicago Public Schools 
in Andersonville....
A sparkling rose quartz memory pendant, 
I shall cherish and with love, remember!
Even on the coldest nights in December!

January 31,2020
1:30 pm PST

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Tom Cunningham January 31, 2020 at 4:47 PM Happy memories Panagiota, that you'll treasure. Tom Panagiota Romios January 31, 2020 at 4:56 PM Yes. I think of them and I have to smile broadly. Never got along so well with a class. They were kids no other teacher wanted. My principal knew I had enough love and patience to work with them. I can take silliness. I cannot take violent or brutality in classes. And the principal ran the school well. With compassion and good humor. Few like him. Many way too prideful and arrogant. Ught, Tom....Panagiota xx