A Bittersweet End
As a child, I often dreamed of this day.
Though then it seemed just too far away.
I imagined my freedom - no parents by my side.
Back then I thought that I’d
Be ready for this.
Now the time has come.
I’ve graduated. I’m done!
But to my surprise
There are tears welling up in my eyes
As I think of the things I would miss.
No more having my mom wake me up for school
Or seeing my little sister make her hair look “cool.”
No longer will I play basketball on the same team
As my sister, though she made me want to scream,
I’d miss the time together we would spend.
Then I thought of the new friends I’d make
And the dreams I will awake.
I smile through the tears
And shake away any fears
For this is a bittersweet end.
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