South Grade Elementary

Tons of children sitting in rows,
all listening intently to my birthday show.
One child holding Eeka, one child holding a bat,
they took turns, they where good at that.
Now one girl never celebrated her birthday,
I never knew till the teacher did say.
A very special moment for her to be sung to,
she was happy through and through.
Now months later I was in Metro PC,
I was in line, little girl recognizes me.
Not the same girl, but what do I care?
I was happy that I could share,
A happy moment in a couple of child lives,
they might remember that day when they were five.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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