Spring Loss

Now is the grieving time of year

            For teachers

            For children

The community we have built

            And all loved

            And lived in

Since the very first week of school

            Is now over

            Almost  extinct

There will never be another

            Like this

            Unique

Never again will we be part

            Of this group

            Of this class

And we will all feel a big hole

            In our days

            In ourselves

School’s out