by Erin Ajello
I dress, apply make-up, fix my hair,
Adorned with ribbons of blue and silver.
Parents and siblings gather together
In a hall decorated blue and silver.
A few hundred teens, nervous and excited,
March in to sit on chairs blue and silver.
We walk up, one by one, now on our own,
Shaking hands with class rings blue and silver.
Photos are taken, speeches are given,
All done to celebrate blue and silver.
One last round of applause before we go,
Rising to leave this place of blue and silver.
We all go our separate ways from here,
Slowly shedding off this blue and silver.
This is the last time we will be together,
Forever our last memory of blue and silver.
