abigail_and_bean

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.

They read my name 

out loud on a pedestal 

slow steps to the podium 

I bow  

shake hands 

receive a simple piece of paper 

that can’t possibly hold 

A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see: 

far away, one might glimpse 
a wandering soul 

a little fox, 
fur white as the snow 
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek 

Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny 

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a rickety, yellow home

Leaving shouts and laughter

Behind me

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a home I hated every afternoon