Stoem#12- Behind Each Face is a Story….

Apart from the obvious positives and advantages of being a head girl, there are a few unsaid joys. And that is, even if not in talking terms, you get to know a lot of people. One of the first duties I was given as a Head Girl (which I recently became…wohoo!), was to stand each morning at the gate and check if people were dressed appropriately and tidily. However, each morning I find myself guilty of not doing this duty very well, since I’m busy seeing not the uniforms, but the faces. But this distraction is not one I regret, since it led to the writing of this Stoem.

Behind each face is a story,

and stories are what I collect,

every morning at the school gate,

there are a few faces, I select

Few who come with drowsy eyes

Monday blues have hit too deep

reluctance in each step they take

they would much rather be asleep

then come two ponies toddling about

A face with a grin from ear to ear

school bag half her size, no burden

she seems simply glad to be here.

I hear sniffles in the corner

Bursting into a doleful cry

Tiny arms tightly hugging his mother

Struggling to say good bye.

Arm in Arm come the two amigos

with endless supply of jokes and gossips

The day ahead might be tiring and hard,

they’ll stride through the highs and dips

standing out amongst the uniforms

Comes one in her birthday dress

With sweets and cupcakes for all

In turn treated like a princess

Nose deep into a book

Trying to remember all the text

Last minute research for a project

Or perhaps a forgotten test

There’s cheery greetings,

and contagious smiles

There’s Yawns, Frowns

Jaded days once in a while
 

The world around is full of mimes

So, go ahead and pick a few

You will discover, in different ways

They all reflect a bit of you…