The First Day

Like a frail flower

he sits in dismay,

predicting hate and bad kids in his mind,

waiting for the bus to take him away

to unknown rooms,

and a place that's class.

In the bright schoolbus,

the seats hosting youth so boisterously in tune with dreams alive,

he rides away from Mom's apron strings,

sad in his look,

but filled with her words of faith,

and her love,

reassurance of her soft kiss.

His home and his dog

so far away

he's so alone

with emptiness to grip

and surely a mad teacher to greet him.

Bus stops,

and a small hand takes his in trust

and he's drawn to smile..

at tender sweet eyes.

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Melvin Lee's picture

Smilesz....well, u know i like such childlike poems, eric...thanxs for sharing this, evoked a lot of my own primary school days...i even faked a tummyache on one of those years...jus becos i didnt like a teacher. Smilesz.. So glad i caught this..... on..to more of your poems now.

hawksquaw99's picture

oh how I can relate to this one... I think I can remember what it was like to have that first day... I was so afraid... this was such a heart warming poem... I like it very much.... I think that there should be someone nice at all schools to meet the little ones on their first day.... they might like school better.... Renee'