In The Mosaic of Friendship, I wrote about my daughter preparing to leave for college. Pre School was my way of processing all the feelings I had with her first step into the world, her first day of kindergarten.
All the trees seem to be waving today
But I’m not sure if it’s hello or good-bye.
I want to hold something that can’t be held,
Keep something not meant to be kept.
Impertinent time is teasing today
Its breath swirls around me, just out of reach
Like the warm, dusty light of a sunbeam,
Tummy-tickling descent down a hill,
Pulse-quickening magic of a first step,
Soft, sacred whisper of a child’s kiss.
Insistent life is pressing today
Moment upon moment, no time to wait
Must gather momentum, courage, supplies
Soon the big yellow bus adventure begins,
Watch the future roll in, and the little girl out
Into a world full of strangers, teachers and friends,
With my wave good-bye,
I send waves of love, pride, protection, support
The scene becomes blurred, she’s out of sight
Turning toward home, there’s a hitch in my breath,
I must learn to release as she starts to take flight.
--Deborah Correia 8/28/95