First day of school
I’ll soon be walking through that door,
I’ve waited all these years.
But nothing’s quite prepared me for
this sudden flood of tears.
I know that I will be OK,
I’ll take whatever comes,
as soon as I can get away
from all these weeping mums!
First published in “Hopscotch” (Jellibeanz Publications, 2011)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #4