Memories

• Jelena Uzelac, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

I feel pain and sorrow when the thought hits me,
The fact I won’t see my teacher’s smile each day,
Or hear the morning bell playing everyday,
The fact I won’t hear loud drumming every morning,
Or feel the scorching sun on my face in Spring,
The fact I will lose my dear childhood friends,
Or no longer use long colourful pens,
The fact I will lose all my encouraging teachers,
Or see the flying rainbow-winged creatures,
I will miss all these memories,
And they will be forever be in my heart,
But the thing I will miss the most,
Doesn’t at all have a high cost,
I will miss not having clear liquid from my eyes wasted,
Everyone comes and goes in your life,
Now my time has come too.