2025/Naima-

Packing boxes 1, 2, and 3,

I will miss my friends and memories.

All the fun I had—

Playing at the playground and skipping rocks.

I think I’ll miss this place a lot;

My tears are pouring down my face,

Like a waterfall as we drive away.

I see my friends running along the car,

Like they are asking for one more

Goodbye,

Like they wish I could stay.

But I can’t; I can’t stay.

I must go to a new base.

I cry and cry;

I feel so sad,

Puddles of tears pour down my eyes.

But I remember the happy times—

Playing at the playground and skipping rocks.

I think I’ll miss this place a lot.