Before September Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

I turn another year older
And watch the people go to the CNE
When I was in school-aged, I would get a fever
Yes, I would make myself sick with nerves
I would often stay home in bed staring at the ceiling
In hope of dying before school started
So the kids would feel guilty for teasing so much
Though I got better before Labour Day
I would just roll into a ball as I watched
The neighbour's tree
Turn a burning orange
To tell me that another boring summer has ended
And that soon, the winter's cold would make me
A prisoner in my home
Until May, when it is almost summer vacation again