In reality, the past is forever gone,
Though it keeps coming to us,
Thus living within our reasoning
What a blessing, the gift of memory!
I do not regret retaining it in my understanding.
For I want not to be blind.
Past should never make me feel behind
Those gone days were very better,
Boarding school life I miss it further.
Being a youth was what I enjoyed
Now I confess the years were joy
Pumpkin carving for Halloween contest,
And our decorations were the finest.
I recall the Christmas dance’s arrival
Well, I’d say this is a girls rival
in fact that formal dress
You all looked awesome with no stress
Ski weekends keep us jointly
Gliding on the snow, makes this merry.
Mr. Usher, my boarding mentor
taught me how to become an angel,
Taught me how to be respectful,
instilled the spirit of hard work to learner’s,
Excellent is what we go for to be winners.
I made international pals
Five years ago it was not easy to recall
Thank you everyone, for each days and nights,
these past events
Memory, a very gift that never ends.
-Esther-
