In the Spotlight
Spotlight memories have a mind of their own,
Sometimes they are rather unknown.
Before the time I could understand,
The memories were already grand.
Like a beam of light that picks a memory,
With that, I receive new-found energy.
The light will shine in your head,
But the spotlight will dim, and memories will blend.
An abundance of memories I will make,
But I know one day, they will fade.
Preschool
This year was the very first,
I was so excited I was about to burst.
I played with many dolls and other toys,
Our class sure made a lot of noise.
I really enjoyed the dishwashing station,
With sponges and soap, I made many creations.
As the fun-filled year began to end,
I realize what fun I had with my friends.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Kindergarten
It was time to move to a brand new place,
A bit before I could tie my own shoelace.
I learned my very first colors that year,
We learned the word “because” with a huge cheer.
Our class had two teddy bears named Lucky and Buddy,
And both of them were very cuddly.
Those were memories that stood out from the rest,
I remember them the very best.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
First Grade
The next year came rather quickly,
I remember my last teacher very dearly.
To a new classroom and teacher I would go,
With chapter books and paragraphs she helped me to grow.
I was in a play called “Character Matters”,
We all tried to be the best actors.
Our field trip was to a place called the Kellogg House,
And when we all wore old clothes, I chose a blouse.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Second Grade
Seeing my new class filled me with great glee,
What a great year it proved to be.
Our class had a money system but it was fake,
Still, we earned prizes from how much we made.
It was the year that many friends left,
And there are some things that I still regret.
I’ll remember both the good and the bad.
For the memories I made I was quite glad.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Third Grade
It was the first year in the portables,
But at first, it wasn’t very enjoyable.
That year, my hopes came true,
I finally learnedcursive, woohoo!
With friends new and old,
I waited for stories to unfold.
What fun we had, but the final year for some,
So, I was obviously bummed.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Fourth Grade
An upper grader I longed to become,
I was quite excited for the years to come.
My second year with the teacher who had a big bookcase,
There were many times we embraced.
Science Lab, a brand new thing,
What great fun it could bring.
Two more friends had to go,
Disappointment I tried not to show.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Fifth Grade
This was the year where I started creative writing,
It was definitely very exciting.
Ravenclaw was the Harry Potter house I was in,
What a great team we had been.
I sang songs every morning with the class,
A very interesting year, at last!
My enthusiastic teacher, I’ll never forget,
The most musical teacher I’d ever met.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Sixth Grade
My last teacher, a tall woman with many talents,
With photos and lights, the room was very balanced.
Outdoor Ed, the excitement to many,
Memories and thoughts; there were plenty.
Quite unfortunately, it was another friend’s last stay,
Her leaving was to mydismay.
I wonder what I will experience,
What will happen? I’m very curious.
An abundance of memories I had made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
The End
After this year, I’ll be done with sixth grade,
But I’ve been at school for less than a decade.
Surely many years have passed,
Yet moving on will always last.
Though this adventure has now ceased,
I’ll remember these years; for it’s like a puzzle piece.
I can’t ever just click delete,
Since without it I will feel incomplete.
An abundance of memories I have made,
But I know soon they will begin to fade.
Discussion Questions:
- This is a poem I wrote based on the memories I had at school until 6th grade. If you had to write a poem about elementary school, what would you write about?
- What are your favorite memories from elementary school? Least favorite ones?
- Is there anything you regret from these years?
