Move-In Day - Part 6

(I believe it's "Freshmen.")

Youngest son is back at school and he'll be sorely missed.

This year, though, I didn't get my panties in a twist.

Didn't weep on move-in day...  Just helped him make his bed,

Put away his clothes and took him out to lunch, instead.

Gave the standard "Carpe' diem" speech and then we left.

This is our 6th move-in day and so we've gotten deft

At the process.  We were in and out in half a day;

Only got a little "misty" when we drove away.

Mostly, I'm just happy for him. This will be his year.

All he has to do is focus (and lay off the beer.)

We have known forever that our youngest son is great.

Now he has to prove it to the folks at Worcester State.

Empty Nest Syndrome

With our sons away at school our home's an empty nest

And, though life is good, it also lacks a certain zest.

Now that it is just we three - my husband and our dog -

You might think that I'd be busy working on my blog.

But, instead, I'll take a nap or read another book

And my only challenge is deciding what to cook.

Lately I've been cleaning closets...  It's a task I hate.

(I'm a sloppy housekeeper.  It's a genetic trait.)

All this free time's made me crazy.  Know how I can tell?

I have felt the urge to clean the basement up, as well.

Ask the folks who know me and I think they'd all agree

Something drastic must be wrong 'cause that is not like me.

Walt Disney Made Me Cry, Again

(I actually started weeping about 5 minutes before this scene.)

 

Saturday our youngest graduated Chelmsford High.

Band played Pomp and Circumstance and I began to cry,

Watching as his friends and he processed across the floor,

Got diplomas, tossed their caps...  And then I cried some more.

I've been very weepy lately. Watched Toy Story 3;

Mr. S. came in and caught the movie's end with me.

I was sobbing openly; he shed a tear or two.

We're both happy for our son but, still, I'm feeling blue.

He'll be heading off to college and can hardly wait,

Looking forward to his future life at Worcester State;

Making plans and saying his good-byes to all his friends...

While I sit and wonder at how quickly childhood ends.

I've been looking backward to when both our boys were young;

When their Buzz and Woody toys were casually flung

Into corners, under beds... The hours that I spent

Picking up those toys but, now, I wonder where they went.

I know I must look ahead because we can't go back;

Need to force a smile and help my college student pack,

Give him love and confidence so he can seize the day...

Then I might go look for Buzz and make sure he's okay.

Decision Made

Youngest son has picked a college; he chose Worcester State.

We just took the tour with him and thought the school was great.

It's the perfect place for him; somewhere he can excel...

If he puts the effort in, which only time will tell.

This bright apple of our eye fell not far from the tree.
 I know our son's really smart but he's a lot like me;

I am a procrastinator... Lazier than hell.

I'm afraid he may have those genetic traits, as well.

If so, I don't envy him.  His major, unlike mine,

Takes a lot of planning, work, and math but he'll be fine

If he got a single gene for logic from his dad

He will be the brightest star that Worcester State has had.