My poem this week is inspired by all the children returning to school. It is a time of year that I am fond of because of the sense of newness and anticipation for the year ahead. While this year will be a year like no other, I think the sense of anticipation can still be powerful and filled with optimism. All of my sons are finished with their K-12 education now. It fills me with both a sense of sadness and also, relief.
The End of Summer
Darkness comes earlier now.
Too early, as the sun sinks low.
It’s already below the horizon, can’t you see?
And, gone from where it was a few minutes ago.
The end of summer, 2020, has come.
In its wake, many milestones were shunned.
No carnivals, festivals, or trips.
A staycation summer, straight from your mom’s lips.
We all want summer to last and last,
but a return to school has come again, fast.
Just as fast as any other year, the summer ends now.
But do not fear, the season never takes a final bow.
There will be more summers as the calendar scrolls,
the months and years become just a blink as they unfold.
I have no one returning to the school down the road.
It makes me sad but I have many stories to be told.
Of a time when my boys were the young age of yours,
when school was looked forward to with the happiest of roars.
Yes, the summer is done for both you and me.
It’ll come again another day, a day filled with glee.
Today is Poetry Friday. This week’s poetry round up is hosted by Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe. Thank you to her for being our host this week! Please visit her blog for more wonderful poetry.