The flower petals wilt like the skin peeling
from a burnt nose, yet
we are happy.
Sweat sticks chair to cotton to leg
like glue, yet
we are not scared.
Eyes squint in blinding sunlight and ears
strain to hear above the wind, yet
we are ready.
Our parents are crying, and
our teachers are tearing up
and our classmates are ready,
ready to walk together
one last time.
I am holding the hand of
my best friend, and I am happy
and I am not scared
and I am ready.
from a burnt nose, yet
we are happy.
Sweat sticks chair to cotton to leg
like glue, yet
we are not scared.
Eyes squint in blinding sunlight and ears
strain to hear above the wind, yet
we are ready.
Our parents are crying, and
our teachers are tearing up
and our classmates are ready,
ready to walk together
one last time.
I am holding the hand of
my best friend, and I am happy
and I am not scared
and I am ready.
