Poetry Friday: The Final Days of School

I put the following poem into my students’ fifth grade yearbook. The irony is that on the last day of school, which was two days ago, we DID do the chant greeting of “1-2-3-4, C’mon _____ Hit the Floor.” However, it wasn’t done with pep and many kids didn’t chant anything at all. Interesting…

THE FINAL DAYS OF SCHOOL

A eerie silence fills the room
on these final days of school.
I am shocked by my own emotions;
I cannot look at you directly.
The room seems so empty.
Your seatbags cleaned out.
Traces of celebrations have been swept away.
The charts and lines of picture book covers
have come down.
Here we sit, quietly,
too emotional for >
I expect to see you again,
but it won’t be the same.
You know it;
I know it.
We will e-mail each other,
but nothing will take the place
of seeing your smiling face
every weekday morning.
You will have other teachers
and I will have other classes.
But no new group of children
will ever take the special place
you will always hold in my heart.

I used an anonymous poet’s poem as inspiration, lifting some lines. I wish I could give credit where credit is due, but that’s not possible.