Happy March Madness, everyone. I hope one of you wins a billion dollars. Today, I have decided to write a poem.
A Little Promise
Waiting for spring is like waiting for your nails to dry,
Or waiting for the very last bell to ring.
Waiting for spring is like waiting for the first light in the sky,
Or waiting for the sun while the rain sings, ping-ping.
Waiting for spring is like waiting for your teacher to return a test,
Or waiting for the day that your sister is no longer a pest.
Waiting for spring is like waiting to hear back from your number one school,
Or waiting for your piping hot meal to at last become cool.
But I promise:
Your nails will dry and they won’t be messed up,
And school will be over and you’ll escape with a friend,
And a new day will come, and with it the sun,
And the rain will stop and the storm will end.
You’ll get the best grade on that test you received,
And your sister is suddenly kinder than you would have ever believed.
You will get into college- no questions asked,
Your meal will cool off and be the best you’ve ever had.
And I promise. Spring will come.