(From my mom's life story. .. which she finished the year before she passed away in 1995.)
"You started school in the fall of 1965. I had kind of looked forward to having an uninterrupted morning. . . but it was not at all the way I had thought.
I had taken you to school in the morning. . you had rather wanted to go with the bus because you were a big girl now. . .it was very hard to leave you there.
I had to go home by myself.
Instead of quickly going about my work. . .I stood at the kitchen window waiting for the bus that would bring you home at noon.
I have treasured this poem ever since the day you started school."
Scrubbed and shining from top to toe . .
she stands on the doorstep ready to go.
Pencil and notebook, lunch box and rule,
six years old and going to school.
Pink ribbon bows on short brown curls
Just like dozens of other wee girls.
Happy, excited, laughing and gay,
All of them starting to school today.
Dozens of mothers saying goodbye . ..
with a panicky feeling- they'd like to cry.
The work will be finished up early today
No body to beg you to stop and play.
No question box with earnest brown eyes
No endless what's this? and how? and why?
No pinafored helper with dishes today . .
chattering on in her merry way.
No - she's not the one who will feel alone . .
The first day she's really on her own.
Well mom. . .today I feel alone. . .
fourteen years is a long time to be without you.
I was blessed to have you as long as I did. . .
and yet. .
one can always wonder what it would be like if you could see me now. .
OH. . you'd love the wee ones.
You would find your way to cousin camp. .
and if your hands still could. .
you'd already be sewing little dolly clothes for grandgirlie. .
and jammies for the lil' farm hands . . . "moosey".
Instead. . .I'll just know that you would. . .
if you could .. .
and remember all the things I loved about you.
No regrets.. . .