The Wiz, the good witch, and the sixth grade play

I met the Wiz in sixth grade

I got a bad cramp that fateful day

"extend your leg it'll be okay"

I was the good witch of this play

and I placed my trust in the wiz that day 

she was the first adult to know my name 

know my face and know my place 

and every day after class 

little treats would await

A second mom I would say

And six grade came and went 

eighth grade was a around a bend 

I applied to the school of my dreams 

my only regret was you couldn't come with me 

The stars didn't align that day

everything happens for a reason you would say

Junior year wasn't great 

depression ate at me everyday

stress and anxiety became my friends 

but your magic drove them away

Now its twelth grade and college is near

I went back to see you and you whispered in my ear

my little Glenda from the sixth grade play

You were so cute and your a grown woman today

I may have been the good witch of the play

but magic is something you hold in your name

and without you 

I wouldn't be where I am at today