5th Grade

5^th 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