At the End of the School Year
By Mrs. Nagelmann
Hurry! Just a few more days to learn,
to clean, to pack, to sort and put away.
Just another day to hand out papers
and put report cards together,
Just another hour to give the last hug,
the last smile, the last wave.
Hurry! The buses are here to begin summer.
It’s quiet now,
The room is empty,
Posters down, chairs stacked, books put away.
The silence feels heavy as if the quiet
Is sitting on top of the energy now gone.
The late afternoon sunlight filters in between the
almost closed shades.
Memories of laughing, learning, working, growing linger.
What is coming with the next dawn?
What new memories will surface with the daybreaks
of a new life at the end of a school year.