The first day of school
Neat hair, shiny shoes,
Your uniform, crisp and new
Bag on your back, not quite moulded to you.
The days they became
So routine, so planned,
Week after month after year
Time indeed does pass, back then it was so unclear.
In school you moved forward
Study and adolescence,
Trademarks of those years
So too your teachers, your surroundings, your peers.
My child, my heart
You are etched into my soul,
You learned and moved away in order to succeed
And in the place of my heart now a dry, brittle seed.
There were tears
There was laughter,
Every moment honest and true
To have you back for one moment, oh what I would do.
Today, tommorrow
Whether you reach your goals, or not,
You are loved, you are complete
Now, expecting to see you, is my raison d'etre, my treat.
And as these days pass
You too will patiently wait,
For your own child, to reward you
For your own child, to reward you
With a fine sliver of their life, just a moment or two.
Copyright: Mervat @ The Writing Instinct
