Here I am, staring into space;
Taking in every second and minute.
There’s that woody smell of books sitting gracefully on old shelves.

From the corner of my eye,
I see the smiles that split familiar faces. 
I hear a melody in the voices that once dictated lessons to me.
I feel the joy of reuniting with figures who’ve remained the same through time-
But for life’s gift of fine lines and aging faces.

Here at my Alma Mater,
I’m overwhelmed with the nostalgia of familiar terrain.
As I move, my mind is a cinema showing a series of flashbacks. 
And I catch myself smiling again and again
With every fond memory.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden