the children walk into the class
the empty chair, they must pass
at their desks they all sit down
quiet whispers are the only sound
the teachers job is now to explain
totally numb, her emotions drained
the children feel somethings wrong
the silence seems forever long
her voice is nervous as she speaks
she stands, even though her legs feel weak
as she struggles for the words to say
speaking from her heart, is the only way
she walks over to the empty chair
tells the children that life isnt always fair
as she speaks, tears fall from her eyes
she must now explain why a child dies
she tells them to hold their memories dear
their friend is gone now, but not to fear
remember their friend who used to sit there
the friend who sat in this empty chair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...... lovely. yet the poem is sad..and.. touching.. nice job..