The Little Bug Goes to School

the day has come.  it is finally here.  and this poem describes it perfectly.

“You were six months old and full of fun,

With a blink of an eye, you were suddenly 1.

There were many things we were going to do,

But I turned my head and you turned two.

At two, you were very dependent on me,

But independence took over when you were three.

Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,

But when I lit the candles there weren’t 3, but four.

Four was the year that you really thrived,

Why, look at you now, you’re already five.

Now you are ready for books and rules,

This is the year that you go to school.

The big day is here; you are anxious to go,

We walk to the bus, going oh so slow.

As you climb aboard and wave goodbye,

I feel a lump in my throat and a tear sting my eyes.

Time goes so fast, its hard to believe,

That yesterday you were home here with me.

But tomorrow when the bus brings you home &
you jump to the ground

You’ll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.”

{author unknown}

[note:  this picture was actually taken by a complete stranger…on their camera….who might have overheard me throwing a hissy fit about forgetting my camera and swooped in to save the day! thank you kind stranger]


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