Teacher Barlow - Poem by Dennis Adonis
Oh how ungrateful mankind has been to thee
To pluck you from our sight with such cruelty.
I know you forgive that trigger man, and his dirty game
But how do you comfort us who'll always remember your name.
In sorrow we were when the news reached our land
But I pretend not to cry just to show that I am a man.
I know nonetheless that you wouldn't want me to shed any tear
For the way you had groomed me not to have any fear
Now reflecting on you and your teaching years
I remember how often you would race me down the stairs
So much fun it was, but your efforts were never futile
Because you taught me well to be an intelligent child
So much we spoke about and still so much to say
How I wish I can go back to our last classroom day
So often in my writings I reflect on my school ways
And I still remember Teacher Barlow in those good old days.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And for me, my school-days English Literature teacher, the late Cleopatra Barlow (formerly of the Golden Grove Secondary School in Guyana) was one such individual.
I had hated poems but she made me loved them, in as much now that I can ideally write them.
I had always been disinterested in writing any piece of literature, but today she inspired me in as much that have written over a dozen books for three leading publishers, and is still writing more.
So, when my Publisher asked me if I can chronicle a listing of poems for publication, all written by me; my late teacher Barlow immediately came to mind, but with profound and fond memories this time.
And as I began penning my poems, I remembered her guidance and unrelenting inspiration which propelled me to the level I am at in the world of literature and literary arts today.
Hence, as I continued to write it felt the necessity for me to pay homage to her in poetry within the pages of this book.
So to my own dear deceased English Literature Teacher, Ms. Cleopatra Barlow, I dedicate this poem to you.
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