“I miss Miss Jones”

I miss Miss Jones, her gentle ways,  
A laugh like bells in early days,  
Her cardigan of leafy green,  
The brightest smile I’ve ever seen.  

She taught us sums and silly rhymes,  
And made the clock race through the times.  
Her stories danced of distant lands,  
Of dragons, ships, and coral sands.  

Her desk, a fortress hedged by books,  
With paper castles, teacher's looks,  
The colored chalk she’d twirl and spin,  
And wisdom softly tucked within.  

She’d say: “You matter,” every child,  
Her patience vast and spirit mild.  
At recess, games beneath the sun,  
But learning always led the fun.  

Now hallways echo, less alive;  
Old laughter hoped will still survive.  
I miss Miss Jones—her care, her art,  
And carry her within my heart.

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