The Last Day
Watching that large white faced black handed clock
I could almost hear the second hand turn
tick tick ticking along
doing the math in my head
12 times every 5 seconds equals 1 minute
hands sweaty and holding my books tightly to my chest
ready to make the run for it
when the bell would ring
Off we would go and not one tarry behind
at least I would not know
I was gone gone gone
Now at my much older age
I wonder what it’s like
the last day of school
when school is not open
when kids are learning at home
what do they grasp
what makes their palms sweat
where will they home
when they are already home
I loved and lived for those last days
how I wish each child could know that feeling
not to mention teachers
yay for last days
may they come again soon
to a school near you
6 thoughts on “The Last Day”
Thank you! How’d it go for you?
good poem. you put me right back there! i can see, hear and feel that glorious last day of school and freedom ahead. thanks.
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Ah, but even with homeschool, there is an end date. All good and not so good things come to a conclusion.
Thank you! I think I would have liked home school as a kid.