The Convent gates were big and wide
And as I passed through I just couldn’t hide
My fears, my tears and home was where I want to be
But then I realized that other little girls felt just like me
To Class Standard One “B” I was sent
Slate and chalk were used instead of pens
ABCs written on the board
We had books to buy, we could ill afford
Bell rings and my heart gets lighter
Going home now, hope tomorrow’s better
So the days turn to weeks and into years
And the little girl grows out of her clothes but not her fears
Though nostalgically I think of my days in school
I’ve thought too strict and stern were set the rules
But on hindsight now, I’m glad they were
“Cos I’ve turned out well, like the rest of my peers.
~ Liz Sammy-Chin ~
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