The Days of Chalk and Slate
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Recordings, of my growth.
They hold the failures and victories
I had writing under trees.
They tell of the proud way,
I left behind my pleas.
To be noticed, and instead
embraced education, in it's stead.
I am grown now
and have seen things,
but will never forget my humble beginning,
Of the days of slate and chalk
To now where I belong,
I will forever be grateful
For the Opportunity it carried along.
© Naomi Obasi
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Recordings, of my growth.
They hold the failures and victories
I had writing under trees.
They tell of the proud way,
I left behind my pleas.
To be noticed, and instead
embraced education, in it's stead.
I am grown now
and have seen things,
but will never forget my humble beginning,
Of the days of slate and chalk
To now where I belong,
I will forever be grateful
For the Opportunity it carried along.
© Naomi Obasi