subtle accomplishmentsA Poem by S.E. Conway
when you were one
you could walk a few steps and you were proud when you were three you could count to five and use the bathroom on your own when you were six you could ask for food and tie your shoes and you would smile because you knew you could when you were eight you thought you could live on your own you would have it made so you went out on the driveway with your stuffed animal and your favorite toys to live on your own even though you were small when you were nine you dressed up in your moms clothes put on her makeup and her big hat and you were proud walking around like a grown up when you were twelve you did your homework you could spell your teachers name you hung out with friends you remembered when it was simpler to have tea-parties with bears than fighting with peers when you were thirteen your pet gerbil died you had him for years you cried for days because you didn't know why things had to disappear years passed friends grew apart new friends came in you learned how to drive you dated boys within a few years you grew lightyears more when you were sixteen you got your first car you won prom queen when you were 17 you were head cheerleader star student amazing friend you graduated top of your class at 18 the night after graduation you went to a party with friends a guy you liked asked you to dance you ended up going outside with him he kissed your hand you and him kissed your first kiss he tried to undress you you told him no the biggest accomplishment you ever made was when you stood up for yourself and told him no walked away and stayed with your friends some accomplishments are not always known by everyone some are never known at all but the ones that really matter are usually the simplest of all © 2008 S.E. ConwayAuthor's Note
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Added on April 13, 2008 Last Updated on April 23, 2008 AuthorS.E. Conwayroswell, GAAboutMy name is samantha conway. i have recently graduated from highschool, and i am 18 years old. i have been though alot for my number of years. i have an old mind, a kind heart, and a nack for wrighting.. more..Writing
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