Ghost Children: A poem about teaching and teachers recalling all the children they have ever taught.

Ghost Children

The class gone home, I mark my books
When the Ghost Children come out to play
“Do you remember us old Sir
from a time long before yesterday -
our ancient crazes, ways and dreams
that are no longer up on display?
Forgotten hopes, where did they go?”
Then the ghost children fade away

©2020 Mark Bird

💡As a teacher, I love a poem about teaching and teachers. I wrote this inspired by those moments, often when you least expect it, memories of past pupils come flooding back and you wonder what they're doing now. I'd love to hear your favourite poem about teaching and teachers.