The Sun In Front Of The Classroom Poem by Tea Kawana

The Sun In Front Of The Classroom



Every day for registration
I would walk in and turn right
to give him a ‘good morning’ smile.
He would reply with that soft voice he had,
dilate his eyes a little,
drawing a few lines on his forehead,
and would turn to his work.

I’d try my best in his lessons –
Perhaps that wasn’t good enough,
I’d ALWAYS greet him in the corridors –
well that doesn’t seem to count.

Maybe I should move to the front row seats –
but no, it would be too hard to breathe; I would twitch – maybe choke!
His exposure is too intense.
His rays absorb into my skin,
and make my blood vessels pump harder.
I burn easily.

Oh, his such a delight to look at…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chanda Mwenechanya 29 September 2011

the sun in the classroom? ? a teacher or a fellow student. wonderful word play

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