‘Twas the night before school, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a louse.
(Because I bombed the heck out of my kid’s hair last week to rid it of those deplorable creatures. Thank you, summer camp.)
The backpacks were hung in the mudroom with care, outfits were chosen including clean underwear.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of new friends and math danced in their heads.
With Dad in his PJs and I as well, we trod off to bed satisfied that summer was swell.
When in the next bedroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to her room I flew like a flash, stubbing my toe and tripping over trash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but my daughter hunched over, face drenched in tears.
“I need yellow pencils for school tomorrow! I need them now, less there be great sorrow.”
I took a deep breath and tried not to snicker, as I gazed at her night light which had begun to flicker.
I gave her a hug and patted her hand, “Don’t worry, my girl, your teacher will understand.
Tomorrow is Day 1. You’re just learning names, the location of your locker, maybe playing a game.
We’ll get them next day, don’t you fear. Now lie back down as I wipe your tears.”
She spoke not a word and went straight to sleep .The rest of the night I heard not a peep.
When morning came, she remembered nothing . The yellow pencils had only been a dream.
She readied herself and packed her bag. We walked to school and lined up at the flag.
She skipped through the door and didn’t look back, joining her friends in the middle of the pack.
But I heard her exclaim as she walked down the hall, “I’m glad to be back. Happy 1st Day, all!”