A Teacher Remembers Poem by Panagiota Romios
A Teacher Remembers
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Those young, clear bright eyes,
hands over their hearts.
Saying the Pledge of Allegiance
on a fragrant Spring morn.
The sun shining through the golden
shades.
Scents of Lake Michigan to add to the
glory of the day.
To be a teacher at Lyman Trumbull School,
was a gift beyond any diamond in a box.
Youngsters with youth, joy and beautiful souls
always made my day, a sparkling splendor.
Full of jokes and practical tricks.
We 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 an adventure I would love to relive and can
only remember.
Those children blessed my life and by their humility,
taught me the joys and dignity of humanity.
No humungus pay, did I get as that was not why I
became a teacher.
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
A most touching poem of true love and dedication for the noble vocation of teaching. We feel your enjoyment and true dedication to this wonderful profession thru this delightfully written poem. It's great to share with you, your love for your students and the rewards of teaching. So beautifully and sincerely written. Thank you.
Sandra..excuse typos below. I cannot erase and redo. Hassles I meant lessons. I am bad at making typos. Please do forgive me? PR
Panagiota Romios I dearly loved them. I cried at their graduations. I did tutoring fr the Cubans in the class with English hassles. They in turn invited me to family celebrations. I was referred to as Maesra. That's what teachers were called prior to Castro. They wrote me up in the Cuban newspaper. How nice. I had other nationalities in that class, Iranians, japanese, Greek, Black. We all got along as one! best years of my like, bless you, Sandra.
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When you love your job you will always love to go back there. A very passionate poem. Love it so much....10++
Indeed, Kingsley! Everyday was a joy to go to work. I loved teaching in Chinatown in San Francisco. Taking a cable car to work was beyond beautiful. Plus the kids were so lovely and had a passion to learn. Thank you for the 10 also.))