Summer Vacation

Last day of Kindergarten was a special day

We went for a picnic and went around all day.

I would spend the next 11 weeks at home,

I was happy to be with Mumma

But Mumma knew better and that look, oh no!

So I went for a Chess Camp

And a Drama Camp

And a Tennis Camp

And Mumma asked if I’d like to dance too,

And I said no, with a frown and a foot stamp.

I love to wake up with Mumma in the morning at 4

She says that I should sleep a little bit, a little bit more.

She says that I trouble her when she is trying to work

So I play quietly and I get down to work.

I ask her “how much more time”

And I can now read the clock

She tells me 3hrs, 2hrs and then 1

I go back to play after I say “oh fine”.

One day I decided I won’t trouble Ma no more

I didn’t ask her how long before she was done

I didn’t ask her, no not even once.

She was happy and proud and hugged me tight

My eyes were shining with tears so bright.

Every day when Ma was done

She saw toys here and there

And my books were everywhere, just everywhere.

At times Ma would ask me to clean up

‘Hurry up”!

At times she would let me make a mess

Till she couldn’t walk around, no less!

But we played every day

And cycled and swam.

When she didn’t have a cycle,

I cycled and she ran.

We played frisbee and snakes and ladders

And catch.

I tell you, I’m the best Mumma is no match.

I’m going back to school now

I’m a first grader

A great reader

And look forward to new friends.

Mumma is worried about me eating

And the time I’d spend at school.

I told her she can nap now “peacely”

And that furrowed her brow.

I know she doesn’t mind when I play while she naps

But when one hour is over I give her a wake up tap.

It’s the morning of Grade 1

And my bus is here

And I tell ma, I will see her soon.

Day 1 in Grade 1

Was a whole lot of fun.

When I came back home

Ma was so glum.

She said she missed me

There was nothing to clear.

No books and no toys and no clothes here and there.

No one to fuss over and feed

No one to play catch and no stories to read.

No one asked her if she was done with her work

She just sat there and worked till she could work no more.

I wonder what Ma is made of

She gets worried when I’m home

And she can’t bear it when I’m gone

When I’m gone to school again.

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