First Day of School

 It’s the first day of school and the bus is near

And on Mommy’s cheek he sees a big tear.

“It’s okay, Mom,” says this oldest son.

He can’t wait to go, he’s ready to run.

She squeezes him tight and gives him a kiss

Then lets him jump on so his bus he won’t miss.

Twelve years fly by like the breeze in the night

And now off to college, he’s catching his flight

A mission comes next and a wife he has won

A Bachelor’s degree and big blue eyed son.

Two little girls come pretty quick

And he thinks to himself, “My life is plain slick!”

But plans have been made and plans he must keep

Even if this involves losing his sleep.

The GMAT is taken—time and again

Essays are written, re-written, and then

After all that hard work the happy reply

To the south he’ll be going with “Tar” in his eyes

It’s the first day of school and the bus is near

On his Sweetheart’s cheek he sees a big tear.

“We finally made it,” he says with a smile

But wait…you better be startin’ with STYLE

So, here’s some new pants, shirts, and some socks

I’ve tucked them with love right here in this box!

I love you, Juan Paco!!!

K8E

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