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Max May 2018
Summer is just a bunch of days
It’s kind of like a giant haze.
I hardly remember the first day of break,
For by now my legs are starting to ache.
The summer went by so fast,
Because it was such a blast.
But now the days are filled with sorrow,
For the last day of break, ends tomorrow...
Francie Lynch Sep 2017
Outside is calm,
The shrieks have ceased;
The sounds of laughter
Left our streets.
The chalk lines faded
Like summer tans,
The derelict castles
Lie in the sand.
The swings sit still,
The splash downs vacant,
The parents have gladly abdicated,
Relinquished reins and riding crops,
The mowers, rakes and garden tools;
For the kids are finally back at school.
Francie Lynch Sep 2016
Where will I sit?
Will I make friends?
Do I look okay
On my first day?
Do you think
I'll do alright?
Is it like learning
To ride my bike?

     *Congrats, my child,
     You're doing fine,
     You've just learned
     The first day's rules.
     The fears, anxieties
     And self-doubts,
     Are life's hard lessons
     We could do without.
     There's no teacher
     Or book of stories
     To allay your ever-present worries.
     The stress now filling up your head,
     Is with you til the very end.


*But I want to stay home!

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