A Back-to-School Poem for Moms

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.