To My Family
From random pokes,
to random thoughts,
jumpy reactions and
deep thoughts,
we have come closer.
From silly ideas,
to the real thinkers,
missing attendance
to skipping across the room for a sticker
that meant more than any could know.
From rabies,
to 363 posts
and more fun stories,
to music and James
and those lyrics that leave a lasting impression.
So much depends,
ain’t that a cliché?
But when you actually stop for a moment,
wait for all the sounds to fall away
and disappear into the depths of your mind,
think for a second.
The truth isn’t buried too deep.
So much actually does depend
on those chance encounters,
random events that you least expect,
the people you meet,
and places you go.
How much have we grown since the first day?
How many more names have you learned?
How many people have you come to know?
How many times have you improved your writing?
How much will you take from this class?
We have grown together,
enough to make it noticeable.
We live our own lives,
yet,
how much have we affected another?
Maybe some will forget by month’s end,
and not look back,
but maybe more will remember
all the moments,
all the laughs,
and all the stories shared.
They will look back with a smile,
with sadness or a happy heart,
at the family left behind.

7 comments:
oh my gosh. this is lovely. i love it. lol awesome :)
i love how you wrote 'to my family'... which meant our class. beautiful lol :D
Awh, this is adorable Kevin!
this is very sweet and thoughtful of you.
im gonna miss all the fun times even if i threatened to kill you numerous times or threw books and such at you. im really gonna miss this class.
This is great, it really sums up the class, despite you forgetting to mention me... :(
so much depends on you revising this poem
something to work with
constructive comment:
i don't like where you mention the stickers. it needs a little more emotion then 'that meant more then looks provided.' fix it.
haha lol okay :)
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