Agree with Phoebe
I'd said a couple of weeks ago I'd try and add some poems.
This first is about grief for a particular person that had left us but was ready to go....
Let not one teardrop fall for me
But rejoice in the knowledge I've been set free.
No longer am I in constant pain
My spirit's peaceful; I'm free again.
But do not think that I am gone,
In you and yours my spirit lives on.
And do not think that I'm not there
As I gently caress your silken hair.
So when you're feeling alone and down
I will smooth your weary frown.
Although you won't see nor understand
I will be there to hold your hand.
I'll never be too far away,
For I'll be watching over you night and day ....
The other is a school based one...
"Please Miss, I've got a note"
"Well put it on my desk and take off your coat"
"But Miss, it's important that you read it now"
"I'll be the judge of that!" Said Miss
As she raised an eyebrow.
""Well, what are you waiting for? Please do as your told
And shut the classroom door before we all catch a cold!"
The poor girl shifted from one foot to the other,
As she tried to explain about the note from her mother.
But Miss wouldn't listen and gave a hard frown
As she looked on with impatience at Miss Anita Brown.
So, poor Anita went and sat without a smile,
Thinking it would be for the best if she waited for a while
So the register was taken and the books were given out
When all of a sudden the children heard a shout.
"Anita! Where are you? She can't have gone far
She only went to take a note in for Mrs Parr"
Mrs Parr put down her chalk which fell onto the floor,
As she made her way towards the classroom door.
"Anita's where she should be, what is this fuss about?
I came outside when I heard your shout!"
Mrs Brown looked at Mrs Parr with a slight shake of her head.
"Anita brought a note when I took our James into Mrs Stead"
The teacher nodded her head as she started to blush.
"Actually, Mrs Brown I was in quite a rush"
"Well, if you'd read what it said, then you'd know about the spots.
Our Anita's not coming to school this week, she's got chicken pox"
....that was written for my children many moons ago. My son didn't enjoy school at all and we used to try and write little stories or poems making light of the teachers and their attitudes whenever my son was upset.