Just after eight a.m
but as always my room packed with pupils:
those forced to catch the early bus
and those who always came to get the craic.
Amid their noise, the telephone rang clear,
unusual to be phoned so early in the day,
I called for hush but no one heard
so lifted the receiver anyway,
then listened to the words in disbelief,
the news conveyed - too terrible to bear -
while in this room of laughter, warmth and fun,
a young life had just ended
out in the snow, somewhere.
<3
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