First Day

My first day of elementary school

My mom woke me up and made me breakfast

With a lunch box in my hand I walked to school

With my white sketchers that had double knots

So I wouldn’t trip over myself

I played with my friends who talked about toys.


My first day of middle school

My mom woke me up and went straight to work

With a brown bag as my lunch I walked to the bus stop

With my black converse that had just a knot

So I wouldn’t stand out

I met with my friends who talked about boys.


My first day of high school

I woke myself up and made breakfast

With no lunch because I didn’t wake up early enough

I ran to school because I was late

I wore nameless shoes with double knots

So I wouldn’t have to tie them again

I met with my friends who talked about sex.


My first day of parenthood

I woke up to the cries of a child and fed it

Stayed home while my husband left for work

I didn’t put shoes on because my feet were swollen

I didn’t talk to my friends while I was locked up at home

So I hummed my baby to sleep.


My first day of the end

I laid in bed unable to get up

Being feed through a straw because I couldn’t chew

Thoughts that raced through my head

Feet that were shoeless because I had nowhere to go

Since I’ve already been everywhere I needed to be

I talked to my family about the past.


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