Silhouttes fade as summer draws near

Yearning for their presence in this barren room

Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear

Awakens this reverie like scent perfume

The vastness I never thought existed

Past the hallways where we've spent our youth

Smiles of the little ones thus recollected

Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth

Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly

Treasuring the bond of our love so pure

The hugs, fights, celebrations and anxieties

All part of the path to grow and mature

Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye

So please keep this chalk to remember me by.