Friday, August 28, 2009

Poem for Back to School

school bus

It's that time of year when everyone is getting ready for a new school year. The excitement is running high around our home; new backpacks, new pencils, new school clothes. I love this time of year! Miss Rumphius asked us to write school poems for the Monday Poetry Stretch. Be sure to click that link and check out all the great poems she's collected! I wrote this one thinking about my son entering first grade.

Dear Teacher,

You wrote me a letter
asking for my hopes and dreams
for my son in first grade.
I'll answer you with a poem.

My dream is that
he discovers the trick
of building friendships
that last through squabbles
and are richer than
what you have
or who gets picked first.

My hope is that
he comes to the point
of rushing to the story book
each night, snatching
it out of my hand
to go on silently himself
because I read too slowly.

My dream is that
he conquers fear
and sings cheerfully
in the winter musical
even if he wiggles
a bit on stage.

My hope is that
his writing journal surprises me
with dreams I didn't imagine
that he traveled towards;
and that his handwriting
is legible
to more than just me
and you.

My dream is that
and Valentine's day
are bridged with laughter
and true expressions
of delight and wonder.

My hope is that
homework is just rigorous enough
to cement the lessons in math
by some creative
toothpick construction
of how to conserve energy -
but not too exhausting
so as to drain our joy.

My dream is that he
bounces into the classroom
on June mornings
just like he does
on September's
opening day.

-Andromeda Jazmon

The round up this week is hosted by Kate Coombs at Book Aunt. Enjoy your weekend!


Author Amok said...

Good luck on his first day! Our big day is Monday. All teachers should ask parents this question.

Kelly Polark said...

That is wonderful! I think his teacher would be delighted to read it too!

jama said...

So lovely, Andi, and inspiring :). Here's to a wonderful school year!

Mary Lee said...

This letter/poem brings tears to my teacher eyes!

richer than
what you have
or who gets picked first"

...his wiggling, his handwriting, his bouncing...

Your love shines through, and his personality shines through. His teacher better appreciate this letter! I accept it in her stead if s/he doesn't!!!

Anonymous said...

Wonderful poem! You've captured so well what many of us parents feel as we send our children off to school. May first grade be all that you hope for and more!

Julie said...

Thanks for the heads-up about the comment problem at The Drift Record! I think I've got it fixed. Nice work with your Poetry Fridays lately - wow - the photos from your creekside ramble are WONDERFUL.

Lorie Ann Grover said...

Andromeda! I'm on the other end. One's going away, and one's starting college locally. Your poem is a beautiful hope as your son begins his journey.

Leah said...

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Melissa said...

How beautiful! First grade, huh? I would love to have read this before either of mine entered! That's quite a change. How amazing the teacher asked the question.

laurasalas said...

This is so beautiful, Andi. I love the dreams you didn't know he had--that's always so wonderful to find in our kids, that they expand beyond us. And great ending. Thanks for sharing this!