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
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
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.