The Old Me This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

When people say they miss me,
I think how much I miss me too,
Me, the oldme, the great me,
Company for my mom even on a school night
Only when mydad was away on business
Innocently kicking in my sleep
Me, the day campexpert
Seven years at Ramaquois
Energy- and adventure-filled
Splashingwhen I fell off the white foam board
Pebble filled sandals first step off thebus
Popular fireballs numbed my tongue
Frog-loving me, muddy and wet
Ofthe swamp, capturer of life
Passing the green net around
Sinking with everyattempt at a tadpole
Me, owner of sullied shoes
Until the sun ended ourday's entertainment
Messenger me, all around intelligent
From teacher toteacher, helpful
Pulling the red wagon down the hall
Like the milkmandelivering every day
Teacher's pet, changing the monthly calendar
Makingbutter, endless coloring
Fashionable me, checker overalls
Attending leggingparties, shiny and regular
Hot pink, a necessity for the girls
WearingDwayne Wayne converting sunglasses
While riding in the "backback"
Of the white station wagon, waving to strangers
And detanglingrusted jumper cables
Me on the playground at recess
Sharing my gushers andhoping for ships
Swinging on the monkey bars or parallel bars
Flexible me,a young gymnast
Performing on the grass or at the gym
Picking from acollection of leotards
Me, dozing on the way home
Ready fortomorrow.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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CLC9 said...
Sept. 9, 2012 at 6:22 pm
The first lines of this poem are actually written by Stuart Dischell; "Days of Me"
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