5th Grade
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5th grade, yellow pencils out
Another lesson to forget
“Tomorrow is mother’s day!”
Do you remember anything?
I don’t remember much
But I do remember 2008’s May
I wrote a poem, using rhyme zone
The habit of rhyming still hasn’t left
I wrote that day sincerely
Not only did I write mine
I wrote one for everyone
Because I was being praised, clearly
The principal with her heavy footsteps
Walked in to hear our writing
Forced to speak, I read with pride
“My mom is very nice
She also cooks rice
I have an aunt in Vermont
My mom is the best mom anyone could want”
Claps of all sorts of rhythms rung
As I stood there with my head up
My happiness hard to hide
It was the first time I was acknowledge
Told I had some sort of a talent
From then, I began to write
Now, it stands for something more
My savior and my friend, this writing
It has become my light