Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Slow Dance

This isn’t my favorite poem. It was sent to me in a chain email when I was in 4th or 5th grade. It was one of those things where it said, “If you don't send this in 5 minutes, someone will die”. So of course, out of fear, I sent it. But while I was reading over the poem, something just stuck with me. Maybe it was because it rhymed perfectly, and my little 6 year old eyes loved it, but for some reason I just always thought about it. I would read it every day. I loved it so much that I had it printed out and posted on my wall. I thought it was the most amazing piece of writing. This was the first poem that made me interested in poetry. I clung onto every word and grew up by this poem. I remember saying it out loud to my friends to the point where they would get annoyed. I commented lines that I liked when I was going through something dumb and dramatic when I was in 6th grade. It was something that I loved and something that was familiar with me. To this day, I still have it memorized and I still know the tune of how I used to read it. It was a piece of me when I was a kid.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem and find it interesting that it captivated you so much, and how you describe it as being "a piece of you" when you were younger, I really like the message of it and taking the time to appreciate the things you have is something that people seem to struggle with so often and something that is such a shame.

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