I Miss My Teachers Poem by RHODVICK LUSENO

Sometimes I feel that I miss school…
Not the books or rules,
But the warmth of voices that made learning cool.
I miss the women who made class feel like home
Not just lessons, but love wrapped in every tome.
I wonder if they still remember me,
The boy who felt seen, who felt free?

It's been almost ten years,
Since Madam Anne Makokha and Madam Noel Shitanda left
And school was never the same.
They treated me like a son,
They believed in who I could become.
They didn't just teach me; they reached me.
Their words lit something in me that still burns quietly.

I wish I could meet them again.
Just to say thank you, just to explain
That because of them, I still chase my dreams,
That because of them, I know what kindness means.
They were more than teachers;
They were my anchors, my morning stars,
Guiding me when the world felt too far.

Wherever they are now, I hope they know
They planted seeds that still grow.
In a boy they once taught to write, to read,
To be kind, to question, to lead.
I miss them, my favorite teachers.
And if life ever lets our paths cross again,
I'll smile, not cry
But deep down I'll know why