Like beads on a string,
we were together
through thick and thin.

Riding bikes, sharing things,
pulling braids, running,
playing, laughing, crying.

We couldn’t forget those days
and united in memories,
we return from our parted ways.

To spend this time catching up,
telling our life stories,
comparing grays, remembering stuff.

Like birds of a feather flying
into the sunset with wings
and hearts beating – in unison.

‘Twas in the evening yesterday
That I saw a rainbow on my way.
It waved to me with colors bright,
and a smile that lit up the sky.

Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow,
orange and red all shouted “Hello!”
It spoke to me of tales of yore
I knew I’d found my pot of gold.

As I laughed and skipped that day,
I followed it to a wonderful place
of happiness and magical fun
in the light of the rosy setting sun.

It walked me home till the gate.
I turned once more to see it wave.
Truth it was, and I knew it too
that the rainbow I had met was – you.

I have a class teacher
who is very, very nice.
I like all her lectures
and listen to her advice.

She teaches math n morals.
I owe her all my laurels.
She helps all her pupils –
The aces n those who struggle.

She’s always so lively.
Her name is Miss Molly.
Disciplined and so caring,
She’s the best, certainly!