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
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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