Oh, back to school, I love thee, I hate thee,
You occupy children who normally latch onto me.
Yet busyness you bring with school functions and activities,
It’ll be never-ending, until May, as it is.
One hops into 1st, the others in preschool,
I try to use slang to try to be cool.
But even to tots, I’m just a goofy mom,
Who sings in the car and rollerblades on the lawn.
And what if they’re scared on their first day?
I can’t always be there to take it away.
They’ll be fine, I think, they’re with great folks,
And hopefully they’ll smile when remembering mama’s jokes.
And so it begins, another school year,
My babies are growing, and summer is near.
The cycle repeats time after time,
And so I concede; this’ll for 12 years be my rhyme.