In honour of Canucklehead Jr.’s first full day of school I decided to write a little poem. Well, actually I modified an existing poem to better suit the situation, with my deepest apologies to ‘author unknown.’
Well, he started school this morning,
And he seemed so very small.
As I walked along beside him,
On this morn of early fall.
And as he took his place beside
The others in his class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw him as
He had first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When he began to talk.
This little boy now off to class,
And learning how to write.
It seems as though he must have grown
To boyhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred and hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar his first big day
And keep him by the hand
To lead him through the places
That he couldn't yet understand.
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew that he would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But he must have his chance to live,
And work his problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
Is what life is all about.
And I must share my little boy
With friends and work and play;
He's not a baby anymore --
For he's at school today.
I gave my son one final glance,
As he made his way inside,
Nervous yes, but looking brave
My chest did swell with pride.
With time now in short supply, I ran.
I’d dropped by baby off at school
And would pick up a little man.
Well, I never claimed to be a poet. Did I? Nope – I checked, I didn’t. Oh crap – does ‘haiku master’ count? It does, well … they cannot all be winners.
All the best to the children who are going back to school right now and all the parents who are sending there hearts with them.
CHEERS!
