This chapter is dedicated to Ms. Piggie. She was in charge of Girl Scouts of Greater Atlanta, but she died on November 29, 2010. The funeral was on December 2, 2010. I am a cadet. I wrote a poem for her when she had a heart attack this past summer, and my character (Emma) will be reciting it. Enjoy.
Chap. 3: Poems
"Oh, come on hair." Emma complained from in front of her dresser mirror. She was attempting to scrunch it for that night's plans. It wasn't going so well. She was currently dressed in comfortable clothing, and her bronze hair was still damp from the shower she had taken about an hour ago.
"I hate having such thick hair…" she mumbled to herself. Finally it stayed in place, and she sprayed it with hairspray to make sure it stayed. She clicked play on her iPod, and danced her way over to the closet as Poker Face by Lady Gaga came on. She started holding out shirts as she danced around in her closet singing along to her favorite song.
"Hmmm…no. Nah. Not right… Oo! Perfect!" She grinned as she held out a knee length dress. It was a light pink, just the right shade to compliment her hair color, and it had spaghetti-straps. She quickly pulled it on, and looked in her floor length mirror. She fluffed her hair out a little, before grabbing a makeup back and applying light pink eye shadow, black mascara, and brown eyeliner. Finally, she applied a clear lip gloss, extra shiny of course, and smiled a pearl-white smile.
"Perfect." She sighed. She walked toward her door, but stopped and looked at a bottle of perfume. It was vanilla and lavender scented. She picked it up, and sprayed some on her neck, head, and back. Putting the perfume back in its place, she opened the door and walked out into the hallway.
"Ahem." Emma spoke into the mic at the poem club. She was currently sitting on a mahogony stool in center stage, staring out at the crowd. Danny, Sam, Tucker, Demi, and Danny's parents had all disapered at some point. The crowd quited down, and all looked up at the red head.
"Over 2010's summer, Ms. Piggie (the leader of Girl Scouts of Greater Atlanta) had a heart atack. My sister and I went ot see her in the hospitle, were I gave her a bouque of multi-colored tissue flowers and this poem.I wrote it specially for her. Ms. Piggie died on Navember 29, 2010." She spoke into the mic, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's called Good 'Ole Camp M*A*S*H & .
As I look around this familiar ground,
I think back to good 'ole memories.
The ones from Daisy past,
To Brownies, and Juniors.
The wind blows with the feeling of spring air,
Camp M*A*S*H is the best camp,
In my opinion.
The boat ceremony, always bringing me to tears.
And the kind motherly love of our troup leaders.
Then, I remember that funny lady,
That wore glasses, as she read off the names of the girls who had won Girl Scout of the month, or Troup of the Month, or some other award.
, you'll always be etched into my memories,
And I'll pass tales of you,
On to the little Daisies, Brownies, and Juniors.
I'll make sure,
That your legacy, lives on forever.
Girl Scouts of present, past, and future, will remember and love you, always.
Love you Ms. Piggie!" She finished the poem, and looked out into the audiance to see them all smiling, and a few even had tears rolling down their cheeks. Emma blushed, and wiped away a few stray tears of her own, and walked off stage.
Hope you liked it! And the poem I wrote, you can borrow, just be sure to ask first! R&R please!
~KP100
