Aug
First Day Of School
Good-bye, Mom
I sit by myself in the kitchen, remembering years that have passed,
Thinking of playpens and car seats, and babies that clung to my dress.
I remember the cereal that covered this floor each time the telephone rang
But mostly my thoughts reach back to the times when we laughed and we played and
we sang.
Good bye, Mom, they said as they rushed off to school,
My youngest this year out the door.
Their words were too precious…too simple to mean
That a part of my life lives no more.
It really seems like yesterday when I rocked and diapered and fed
And all I wanted was an hour “out” and a good night’s sleep in my bed.
Now here I sit with hours alone and my soft bed a few feet away,
And all I want is a little more time ‘till this part of my life goes away.
Today is the day I dreamed of when I carried three tots on two hips.
Today is the day I dreamed of when “be quiet” snapped from my lips.
Today has dawned; I knew that it would, but why did it come so fast?
And why do I feel so wistfully full of the joys that just yesterday passed?
I know that my days will get brighter, that tomorrow hides joys of its own.
I know that in time I’ll adjust to myself and I won’t feel so alone
But today as I sit in my kitchen, remembering years that can’t last,
I hold out my arms for my babies again, wishing those days hadn’t passed.
Michelle Oristian Fellona
Williamsburg, Virginia
1979
I am happy now that my boy is not crying anymore. He is happy now going to school. Compare to the first day it was very emotional day for me and my son. lol
