He started school this morning
And he seemed so very small,
As I waited there beside him
In the kindergarten hall.
And as he took his place beside
The others in his class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw him as
He first learned how to walk,
The words that we alone made out
When he began to talk.
This little boy so much absorbed
In learning how to write,
It seemed as though he must have grown
To boyhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred but hastily
I brushed the tears away,
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I'd mar his first big day.
Oh, how I longed to stay with him
And keep him by the hand,
To lead him through the places
That I couldn't understand.
And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride,
I knew he would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But, he must have his chance to live,
To work his problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life was all about.
And I must share my little boy
With friends and work and play,
He's not a baby anymore
He started school today.
The poem was attached to a package from his teacher that read:
Thank you for entrusting your child with me. I promise to do my best every day to be your child's champion in learning.
After you have wiped your tears, make yourself a nice, warm cup of tea. Put your feet up and relax. Then hold the cotton ball in your hand. The softness will help you recall the gentle spirit of your child.
I will work alongside you this year to help your child grow.
Enjoy the attached poem, "First Day of School."
She included a package of tea, a tissue and a cotton ball.