A Poem of Thanks
Written by myself, Alyssa Dachowicz on 11/12/09

Walk through the doors. High School is here.
Four years of your life, gone in the blink of an eye.
The freshman child, scared and insecure
Not sure what to think, not sure how to act, oh so very unsure
The junior girl, confident and beautiful
Takes the freshman child under her wing, an unoffical big sister.
This freshman child watches the senior girl
Idolizing her every move, remembering the great things she's accomplished
These role models, these inspirations, paving the road for the insecure child, who is not a child,
Anymore.
Though unsure just how, the freshman longs to thank these friends
For all they have done, or are begining to do
For all they have taught her, and all they are still teaching
For the things they have opened her eyes to, the foundation they have laid for these next four years of her life.
Unsure quite how to thank them for all they have unwittingly done, the freshman sets pen to paper.
She sits,
She thinks,
She writes.
She writes a poem, a poem of thanks, and she ends it accordingly.
Thank You.

-Alyssa Dachowicz-
-Dedicated to KCM/AVF

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