poetry, sorta

I have never claimed to be a good writer, but I write anyway. :)

Timmy is counting down the days until the first day of school. He has been looking forward to kindergarten for over a year now. August 24th has been on his calendar since we registered him in April. He is so excited!

I'm excited for him. He will have so much fun. He will learn fun things. It will be so good for him to play with other kids his age. He is accustomed to playing with younger kids, but he really likes it when he gets to play with kids his own age.

He has been testing me lately. So many temper tantrums... so many power struggles... On one hand I can't wait for school to start.

But on the other hand, he's my baby. He may weigh close to 60 pounds, but he is my baby. Am I ready for this? I don't know.

So, here's what I wrote while thinking about sending my baby off to school.

School Supplies

paper & pencils

notebooks & rulers

crayons & folders with brads

Did I do all I could?

Is he prepared?

Will he miss me and his dad?

one door is opened

another door closed

a young man soon he will be

Am I prepared?

Did I do all I should?

I will miss my little baby.