In 8th GradeA Poem by H L RoseReminiscingThere was a girl who would smile Down every hall at everyone. Why do I remember that?
My best friend wore earphones. She rarely spoke but always joked. She drew a picture of her mouth sewn.
There was a girl who never hid. Laughed openly, Talked frequently, She had a blemish on her lip.
There was a boy who liked to startle me by often saying hello abruptly. Why do I remember that?
My art teacher had cancer and passed at Christmas I would have had his class after the holidays I had liked his Pandora playlist.
In 8th grade I found a note in my locker “A diamond in the rough” Why do I remember that?
An 8th grade boy Drew a wacky face In my notebook And it made me laugh.
8th grade taught me to smile. I never thanked anyone. I remember that. © 2019 H L RoseAuthor's Note
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