School Days
The smell of Mom’s baked cookies hung in the sultry Air.
The Children alight with sleepy eyes, and a line forms to a bathroom.
We all share
Brushed teeth and washed faces
All lined up orderly in our places
Sack lunches clinched tightly in our fist
Listening to mamas dos and don’t list
The orange shade of yellow rolls up in a cloud of dust
From the hillside dirt, the color of a brownish rust
Voices all excited emanates from within the bus
We hear them as we step up inside
All five of us entered with minimum fuss
A new school year has begun
Mama quietly sits in a chair; her morning chaos done
Exaltation from all of us, just in a different way
Fun for us because we go, relief for her she can move on with her day
I loved school days way back when
But I’m content to sit and sip my coffee
With just a memory of school daze, now glad not to do it again
