E305
Dedicated to Eirlys Patchett:
Who left us on the 10th of March 2010. On the 11th her pupils got their results of A's and A*s. So this is my last homework for you.
We all knew her, and she all knew us;
And in our darkness she held us.
And in our triumph she praised us,
And she uttered a phrase;
‘Your not there yet’
As she wrote,
On the Blackboard.
of that lonely room.
And now the room lies dormant,
The books marked,
bearing the green font,
And the silence echoes,
Along the lonely room;
The stool that bore her,
And the desk where we gathered,
At the front, Of that lonely room.
At the back, the clock has stopped;
And the laughter gone.
Homework left unhanded,
bearing the green font;
And her familiar tone.
The tea and biscuits,
for her class,
left at home,
to be brought to the front;
of that lonely room.
We all knew her, and she all knew us;
And in our sadness she holds us,
And in our triumph she praises us,
And she utters a phrase,
‘Your not there yet'
As the writing still lingers,
on the blackboard,
of that lonely room.
Thomas Westleigh Brown (C) 2010
poem by Thomas Brown
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