The first day of the rest of his life.

‘Twas the night before school starts and all through the ville,

Not a creature was stirring, not a bird in the grill.

His outfit was set out upon the nightstand,

His school supplies ready, his backpack at hand.

Isaac was nestled all snug in his bed,

While visions of dinosaurs danced in his head.

Papa laid down and turned Family Guy on,

While Mama wrung her hands and stifled a yawn.

She knew if she laid her head down to rest,

She’d dream about high school and other things stressed.

Why did she feel like her freedom was ending

Because her first baby to school she was sending?

He’d learn some great things and make some new friends

He’d come home with new words and other new trends.

He’d be a bit older and wiser with time.

Would he become more distant and leave her behind?

Not yet, mama dear, don’t you worry quite yet.

Though your eyes as you wave your goodbyes may be wet,

For tonight the sweet babe lie asleep on his bed.

With his blue eyes shut tight in his blond tussled head.

His eyes! How they twinkle, his dimples how precious,

His nose like a button, his smile leaves her breathless.

Though they change and get awkward with each coming phase.

He’ll remain a sweet baby in his mother’s gaze.

So God, give her peace.  Please stifle her worry.

Help her to trust you on this leg of her journey.

Comments

[Dani]

Well my eyes are surely wet.

So sweet Em!!

[Steveo]

that's beautiful

[Elizabeth]

Wow. Did you write that? Beautiful!

I felt similar feelings when Katie started school. Here's a link to a poem I read then: http://sixgoldencoins.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-at-bottom-of-beanstalk.html