My own poem with own photography : 18 July 2025 | Function at school

The school hall, usually hushed and deep,
Now buzzes with a different sound.
No morning bell, no secrets it must keep,
But laughter, echoing all around.

Small hands tugging on a parent's sleeve,
"Look, Mum! My drawing, there!"
While teachers greet, and gently interweave
Proud words with an attentive stare.

Familiar faces fill the classroom bright,
Where charts and posters tell of themes.
Grandparents nod beneath the soft-lit light,
As children share their school-day dreams.

The scent of coffee, maybe cookies warm,
A murmur, gentle, low, and deep.
A haven from the usual daily storm,
Where connections blossom, seeds to keep.

From tiny chairs to desks so tall,
The family function blooms in sight.
A tapestry woven in the school's own wall,
Connecting home with learning's light.

A bridge built strong, from heart to mind,
Where shared achievements softly gleam.
The school, a place where all can find
A vibrant, unified, and happy dream.