I was shopping and back to school signs hung everywhere. Here in New York, students return next week. I miss the former life season of fresh notebooks and the beginning of fall sports.
I knew I’d miss it when I was in it. I knew I’d miss the rhythm of a full house at the end of August. The routine and travel schedules. The swish of jerseys in the washer, the hum of school clothes in the dryer.
Each life season has its place. It’s been some years since my three graduated but each August-end brings me sweet memories.
No back to school shopping
No new jeans and tees
No piles of papers
Burdening me
The shelves are in order
The drawers tidy clean
The calendar clear
Completely serene
Boy jumps in new sneakers
In the store I was at
Excited for sports in his
Baseball cap
I walk to my car
Mom and boy just ahead
Him clutching those sneakers
His hair all bed head
My smile grows wide
My eyes fill teary
My memories rise
Of when I was weary
From practices and lessons
And how busy we were
Field and rink games
The days were a blur
But today warms nostalgia
Of that season and my part
Raising three children
Forever my heart
Thank you for reading. Wishing you a wonderful final week of August!☀️
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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