From grade one’s desk to grade nine’s chair,
The year’s slipped by, I wasn’t aware;
A blink, A breath and time just flew,
A childhood lived, a world I knew.

The playground laughs, the classroom fears,
The scolding tones that brought me tears.
I feared my teachers, their strict embrace,
But now I see their care and grace.

They shaped my path, they held my hand,
They thought me how to truly stand.
Their love was tough, their hearts were true,
A gift I see now, in hindsight’s view.

Oh, now I wish I could go back,
To little me on that childhood track.
I’d say ,”don’t fear, just laugh just play,
These golden days won’t last- enjoy today.”

The memories glow, a bittersweet hue,
A mix of joy and sadness too.
It’s hard to leave this chapter behind,
But life has more for me to find.

A suprise awaits, a future bright,
New dreams to chase, new stars in sight.
So I’ll hold the past, but not with dread,
For life’s journey, and I’m far from dead.

by Md Nawaaz, grade 9 (red house)