Teacher Pandemic Poem #1
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
These are children who have been taught
not like you
not like I.
I like to think they have learned
about the world
that will miss them when they’re gone
like I have missed them while we’ve been gone,
that love them
as I loved them
within the safety of my four classroom walls
with daily hugs
and conversations that made them
think and smile.
But what I know to be true
is that some
have not seen
love or learning or life
since March 13th.