First School Day

I most decidedly did not want Mom to walk me.
True, I was terrified. My first school day ever.
Probably be the worst day of my life.
Certainly the other kids would be bigger than my 50 pounds.
Still, to be seen grasping Mom’s hand would be instant death.

Decision time. Just short of the last corner,
Too late to claim a sudden terminal illness,
I released Mom’s hand, and barely holding onto my pee,
Crossed to the school yard.

I don’t really remember the rest of that day,
But I think I sat at my desk for about 2000 hours,
Checking the wall clock every fifteen seconds.