One of my Kids

Before that day when you entered my classroom,

You really didn’t matter at all to me,

I didn’t even know you existed.

But once you arrived here in all your glory,

Then you were MY student, one of My kids,

Special because now I knew you,

And from there, a connection began.

I knew the sound of your step in the hall,

The sound of your laugh when you were happy,

And a different chuckle when you were mischievous.

And most important, the sound of your silence,

When all was not well in your world.

I will miss you when you are no longer here,

In this classroom where we spend our days,

Or in trouble waiting for the lecture you know will come,

For we have become connected, you and I,

I will always want to know how you are.