There they go
Dashing down the street
1st day
Backpacks heavy, shoes light, eyes steady,
Feeling ready.
Ready to run, jump, read, compute, relate, remember
Ready to laugh, whisper, forget, flush, think, respond
Ready to be.
What they are now
used to be me
I am but a young girl myself
thinking, growing, showing, knowing,
Getting Up.
Getting Ready.
That me is now Mother.
Ready to Serve
Ready to to pour, scrape, stir, mix, rinse, wipe
Ready to hold, kiss, sing, swing, touch, tuck
Ready to be
Me.
My education
now,
Them.
14 comments:
Lovely thoughts!
:) Are you enjoying your first day?
love it.
Beautiful. Did you write it? I love it.
Becky did you write that? What a great poem.
You are awesome.
When I was watching my kids run down the street today returning to school, Jacob turned around and waved to me from across the street. It made me think that I was once a little girl who turned and waved to her mom on her way to school and I wrote this down when I got inside.
I remember well when you were the child off to school. When you first went to school, you rode the bus with the stop being a block away so I remember you going to the bus stop with curly hair, a perm, salt water sandles and a little denim bag onto which I had appliqued your name. But I could never express it as wonderfully as you do in your poem.
Love the poem! You have talent there for sure!
this got me strangely choked up, I have issues with children growing older, it is sad for the mom! Bravo sister.
Lovely poem. And I love all the details Mom remembers from your first day. Do you think she remember's my first day?
Mom, I still have that denim bag with my name appliqued on it in cute bubble letters. There's an apple applique on the other side and I've use it in primary during sharing time.
Beautiful poem. The picture captures so much real emotion, too. Nicely done!
Next week we drop our older son off at college. Oh, boy. I don't think any preparation in the world is going to get me ready for that.
Lots of prayer!
what sweet words. you my dear are profound, a voice for all Mothers. Especially those who aren't gifted in expressing it.
Wow wow wow. You are an amazing writer. I'm going to have to post that one on my fridge, friend.
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