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School Day Blues
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School Day Blues |
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Miranda Junior Member
since 2001-07-26
Posts 32OOOOOklahoma! |
School Day Blues The summer dragged on, with fighting and screams, Windows were broken and weary were dreams. I grew hoarse from my pleas, for a moment of peace, They laughed and ran through leaving foot trails of grease. I prayed for this day, the first day of school, Both monsters captured and tamed with firm rule. But today is the day, and I am shocked to admit I am missing them terribly, even the fits. I walk through the house, already back clean, No shoes to trip over, just a blinding fresh gleam. No “mommy, mommy,” being yelled in my ear. No scraped knees and boo boos to kiss until clear. I should have danced with joy through my house like a blizzard, But instead spent an hour, talking to their lizard. I folded their clothes, and noticed strange tears. The dream of all day wasn’t as imagined for nine years. Do I want to go back, to the diapers and bottles? To the crumbs on the floor and the chubby legged toddles? Heaven forbid I even consider it at all I must learn to have a life, and get past withdrawls. I’m sure I’m not the first to weep like a fool, in a house normally rowdy, silenced by school. But I will survive, I am sure that I will, Even if it requires a hefty therapy bill. [This message has been edited by Miranda (edited 08-16-2001).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling)... very cute..and while the subject and the feeling is serious..the treatment in the poem and the use of humor lightens it to the enjoyment of the reader... as for therapy... I suggest a new interest to occupy your time and mind... something YOU enjoy |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Miranda, all therapy can be found here, in the blue pages.... Write on! |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Oh how well I remember those first days of school. The house was too quiet and I could be found sitting on the porch at 3:30 pm just waiting for my 3 sons to come home. Thank you for the trip back. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know...you really choke me up sometimes, now turn the bathroom story into a poem somehow and you will become the resident comic, and you said you weren't a poet? Hogwash! This was great! If you have but one true friend when you die you were truly blessed |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Miranda~ Nicely done ... reminiscent of moments in my past~ Thanks for sharing~ *gentlest of smiles here* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Very comical and sincere. A poem from a mother's heart. I enjoyed the memories. I would relax. For it is so nice when they come home and offer to fix you dinner. Just so you'll take them to the mall!  Sincerely, Regina |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great reflections presented with a flair for undertones of humour supporting the poem's seriousness. I really enjoyed the read! |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
I can certainly relate! This was wonderful...as much as the little munchkins can drive you to the breaking point...you begin to realize there is no better place to be. Great write! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
HEE,HEE...got to admit this was great and true and know the feeling well... jwesley |
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Snooganzmeister32 Member
since 2001-07-17
Posts 67Cali, USA |
Now I know why my mum has always wanted to homeschool me. Thank you for your enlightening poem, it was beautiful. |
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