Still the Same
As I pull into the parking lot and turn the motor off
the sun is hidden by the clouds. The rain has finally stopped
A bit of light spits tiny rainbows from tips of the pines
The old school hasn't changed much, since my children walked the halls...
As if time has been erased. The old brick walls remain.....
Ghosts of the past are here to greet me, and
I'm overcome by waves of grief, for the days we have lost
Skinned knees on the playground, and stuck wads of gum under desks
All those years that seem like yesterday, now are photos from the past
I stop at the office, then wander down familiar trails
Reminded of the teachers, who once had taught my child
Those who have since retired,... Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Schueller, Miss Wilson, Mr. Chew
I wonder where they are now, and who could fill their shoes
I peek into the second grade classroom
And my I see my grandson working diligently
He looks up and sees me with a grin so wide
And soon a whisper scurries about the room.
Ten more faces are soon grinning at me.
But just then, the bell rings, and one happy little boy
Gathers his coat, and papers, and comes to me
He grabs my hand, and we walk to the car.
The clouds have disappeared.
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