Please Be

I resonated so hard with this beautiful description of a kiddo’s first day of school.


Internally chanting pleas as we walk hand in hand

into the big, brick building-

please be happy, please be calm, please be kind.

Am I pleading to myself or to you,

entering the crowded multi-purpose room

which has grown heated and steamy with bodies?

In your Yoda shirt and sneakers tied in double-knots

you look ready and confident for anything,

yet something about your self-assuredness makes me waver.

The sting of tears rushes to my eyes and the back of my nose,

but I sniff them back and command  my hand to

stop stroking your head like a pet.

From my body you have sprung, but you are not mine.

Have I given you enough, nourished your heart and mind

with everything you need to be launched from the nest of me?

Please be strong, please be tenacious, please be attentive.

Please be accepting of my kisses on…

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