One door is closing
While another one opens
A new adventure.
The kids find their seat
When the school bell rings.
Mom sips coffee
Kids begin to stir
And the house comes alive
Mom starts to gulp her coffee
Make the breakfast and pack the lunch
The kids get dressed and gather their things
School is in session; time to rock and roll.
I will trade you my
Peanut butter and jelly
for your Swiss cake roll
Carrying a backpack that is twice his size
He gets caught in the buckles and buttons and ties.
Hearing the bell ring, into the classroom he zips,
Bumping into the teacher he stumbles and trips.
For clumsiest class entry, he takes home first prize.
The start of first grade
Seems daunting, instead it is
14 thoughts on “A Potpourri of Poetry”
Love “Entrance”. So true that those backpacks are as big as they are. And (laughing) they all stumble and/or fall out of distraction, absented-mindedness, or excitement. It’s getting close to that time of year again.
Thanks Georgette. Rob had a good laugh when I shared that limerick with him. He said that was his favorite one. (I like Watson, but Rob said it was awful – as in corny.)
Those were all great, Lenore! Perfectly describes that back to school feeling. I am really not ready. My kids are, but I’m having a hard time letting go, I guess. 😦 But I’m sure after a few weeks into the school year, I’ll be fine with the quiet house.
Last year was harder for me than this year – well, with regards to Joe. Charlie’s departure and entrance will make me teary-eyed. I’m trying to brace for it.
Glad you like the poems, Darla. Thank you.
Beautiful! The kids are getting ready…I can feel it in the air!
School is in the air for certain, Jacquelin. Fall, too. We enjoyed a cool morning with low humidity today. Lovely! Thanks for your compliment (and visiting).
Very nicely done, but… well…
hands off my Swiss Cake Roll!
*om nom nom*
Thank you, Mr. SIG, sir.
I’m afraid a PB&J doesn’t have the same attraction as a Swiss cake roll.
That is a trade that would never take place.
“Lunch” reminds me happily of younger-day lunch with friends. It also reminds me of the more unfortunate trades I made with my siblings: “You give me your soda and I won’t give you a punch in the face.”
Ah siblings… so loving.
Swiss Cake Roll…do you have any idea how loud those boxes sing to me in the grocery?
Love the poems. Yesterday I watched a big back pack go into the school. Now a big kid skypes from college.
I am thankful the Swiss cake rolls don’t tempt me… I have enough temptations at the store, thanks.
Glad you liked the poems, Oma. I know our backpacks will be skyping us from college in the blink of an eye. Amazing.