Proud Poem by Cati Walthall

I worked to hard to get a second
I worked my butt off to make this count
I've practice hours straight
Just to impress the judge
But I think the only person I was trying to impress
Was myself.
But know what makes everything better?
Like a kiss to a child's boo-boo
It was you
Saying how proud you were
That's what counts
Not another person's judgement
Not even a score
So I won't cry
Because it's okay
My teacher told me so, herself.