Reminiscence

Padlocked doors, empty halls

Rooms silently waiting for the teacher’s roll call,

No stomping feet, no noisy classrooms

The school’s as silent as a tomb.

The kids are home

For a year and more

School has become a memory

To savour and store.

I miss the playground where we played

I miss the conversation that could go on for days,

I miss the shared lunches and silly jokes

Memories, that me choke.

Now the school bells are ringing loud and clear

Gates are open and there’s so much to cheer

Online was fun with lots to do

But school is where the heart sings true.