Succeeding Poem by Katrina Lusk

Lately this boy has got me thinkin',
about the path that my life has been taken.
I watch everything he does,
each achievement he creates.
He watches every move I take,
and says "babe is this all the effort you can make? "
I look up at him and reply,
well maybe…
When in all honesty,
I want to be the best I can be.
We walk down these hallways,
side by side.
Always smiling,
as he places his hand in mine.
I look at my feet as we walk forward,
more than just from time to time.
He watches the tears I cry,
from frustration and a churning I can't define.
With his hand so soft and gentle,
he carefully lifts my head up high.
He never stops encouraging me to try.
He whispers in my ear,
spend each day as if it is your last.
Your last chance to not give up Succeeding.