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As I walked through these
halls
The final time
I looked down at the shirt I
held
Marked with love
With memories
Maybe even a little pain.
I looked at the words
spanning the cloth
And I remembered my
better years.

I remember my guardians
I remember my years Ones that love me fiercely
tangled with a As if I were their own.
dysfunctional family I remember the lessons they gave me
Just shy of three hundred The stern but well-meaning chiding
I remember our laughs Firm words of wise advice
Our adventures A Glorious Unmatched enthusiasm
Our lessons And constant support.
And everything in between. I'll keep them in mind and in heart
I step into my old Dance Of As I walk into the garden of examination
classroom, And pluck the flower of success.
One that holds so many
emotions Unmarred
And fond memories.
Joy and We never needed wings to fly, I think,
As I walk through the halls once more
I remember my comrades A little older this time
The present and the fallen Crisp No longer an official part of the family
Braving challenges we But it would always feel like home.
used to call wars with All we needed was each other, I
Crisp trepidation in our Trepidation thought,
hearts And nothing could ever bring us down.
But they seem so simple
Now that they're done
I think back to our
adventures
Ones we had while sitting As I walk out of the gates,
Between four walls and With a sister's hand in mine
beyond them too I spare another glance
And I remember the At the home I'd left behind
intimacy I smile fondly to myself and say,
The trust "I know I'll see you all again someday."
The fights
And our bond profound.

MOKSHIKA UPADHYAY
GRADE IX