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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)

TITLE: My First Day of School
By Sheila Lockhart
07/02/04

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It's my first day of school as I lay awake, butterflies fluttering as my tummy aches.

How will it be, new people to see? As I ponder about staying home running free.

Anxiety is rising as I start to get dressed, maybe I could use the excuse of not enough rest.

Mommy is calling, "come and eat" but this fear within I am trying to defeat.

"Mommy I'm scared, do I have to go?" As she pours my milk she says, "yes it is so".

The school bus is here and I can feel a tear, as I look to my mommy with one last hope, but she looks back at me with the look that says "you must cope".

As I sit on the bus, thinking what a mistake, I hear a voice saying, "don't fear I will never forsake"

As we approach the school my stomach gets tight, again the voice says, "my child it is alright".

I will never forget my first day of school. The love of my teacher, the joy of new friends. The smell of clay and the fun throughout the day. The painting of pictures that share my memories.

I asked my mom, "What was it like for you, my first day of school"? She looks at me with tears in her eyes and says to me, "For me my child you never knew, I also shared in fear for you. With every tear that you had shed, a special prayer for you I said. I asked the Lord to speak to you, as on the bus you headed to school. A silent whisper, and maybe a hug. I knew that in your ear He placed that bug. I prayed for you to have a good day, for the many friends you met at play. I prayed for your teacher, for her wisdom and grace and for patience to show to her children that she must face. So you see my child this was not just your first day it was from that point on, I decided to pray."


Member Comments
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L.M. Lee07/05/04
ah...what a tender story.
darlene hight07/05/04
Beautifully written! I love the poem format and the mothers' prayer is a satisfying ending
Linda Miller07/08/04
Beautiful Sheila - just beautiful.