

| She questioned her teacher, “Please, read just one more? Today’s my last day and I’ll never be back No free play or dress up or midmorning snack. I’ll miss the big rug where we do lots of things, The playground outside where I swing on the swings, I’ll miss all the teachers who just make me smile, And the friends that I’ve known for such a long while.” Her teacher said, “Lauren, I know how you feel’ Your last day at school is a very big deal. You’ve been here three years and we’ve all watched you grow But new things await you, you’re ready to go So instead of a book, I’ll speak of one day When a young girl like you was off on her way She encountered a man, a stranger, but nice They shared with each other this piece of advice. When you leave a special place there is something you will find You bring with you the stories of the past you’ve left behind This place you leave will miss you and although you know it’s true As you move on remember we will keep your stories too. The man held a book with yellowish pages All stained by the years that matched their old ages He flipped the book open to page 909 And started to write down a couple of lines.” “While passing a school on a path made of bricks I see a young girl, I think almost six. She carries a backpack and moves cautiously Then stops for a moment and looks right at me.” “What are you writing?” said the girl to the man He said to the girl, “Everything that I can. This is your first day but today is my last So I’m writing it down before it’s the past.” “I know how you feel. But I’m sure that you know There are new things ahead, wherever you go. I just left a place of which I was fond And now I’m excited for what is beyond When you leave a special place there is something you will find You bring with you the stories of the past you’ve left behind This place you leave will miss you and although you know it’s true As you move on remember we will keep your stories too.” |