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…
Mystoems 