Today I had the chance to go to my classroom and get any materials might need to deliver online instruction. I didn’t know what to grab….so I got brought home a lot of books. While I was there my room was so oddly silent (even though I was with my student teacher and grade level partners and we had to talk loudly because we were all 6 feet apart).
No backpacks spilling out of cubbies
No paper footballs flying through the air
No chapter books clutched in tiny hands
No signs of life seen anywhere.
The classroom oddly silent
No pencils scribbling ‘cross the page
No giggling, noisy chatter
No high fives or hugs in this quarantine age
We’re lucky to be healthy
To have homes; to be okay.
But that doesn’t mean I miss them less
I miss them more each passing day.
I long to read, to play, to write
To gather in one place.
I even long to yell “Stop talking!”
If it means I’d see each face.
We’ll meet online in Flips and Zooms
We’ll do our distance learning
But I await the day we can go back
For our normal routine I’m yearning.