Last First Day (Part II)

(for Pie)

I can remember holding his tiny hand
The boy was excited for his first day of school
And when we got to the classroom
He went and sat on the mat
Legs crisscrossed
As us parents watched taking pictures
Listening to the kindergarten rules

That was thirteen years ago

It’s been many a first days ever since then
Year in, year out
I got to do them most
And this morning as he was getting ready
I gave him a kiss on the cheek
I felt of sense of pride
Happiness
But nostalgia too
He wasn’t that little boy anymore

Today was my youngest son’s first day
Of school
A senior
A last
A compilation of adolescence rolled up
    into one hell of a sarcastic witty kid
And as he gets older
     the image of that tiny guy grows warmer
Like treasured memories of little children
    when they grow up into young adults