The Last Day of School

Ok, so today was the last day of school. It is always so bittersweet ... the excitement of summer and the knowing that I am sending these little ones on to 1st grade and a new class. No other class will ever replace them or be like them ... I did not look forward to today and I found myself feeling sad for much of it.

I sent this poem home with the kiddos today and it sums up my thoughts and feelings exactly.

On the Last Day of School

Father,
a quiet tension fills the room
on this last day of school.
I expected exuberance and rowdiness,
but that came yesterday,
when there was still one day to go.
Today the children were disturbingly subdued.
I am embarrassed at my own emotions,
I cannot look at the children directly.

The room is so blank.
Our desks are cleaned out.
The last traces of the party have been swept away.
The charts and posters are down for the summer.

So now we sit quietly,
too wrought even for songs and games,
and we wait for the bus to come.

I expect to see these children again, of course.
But it won't be the same.
They know it,
and I know it.

They will come around to see me,
jealous of the new class.
And I will look at a room of little strangers
and miss the familiar faces.

In time
the strangers will become friends.
But every class is different and special;
no new group of children will ever take the place
of the one leaving me today.

Lord,
I have worked hard,
and I have loved these children dearly.
In investing in their future
I have cast my bread upon the waters,
content that I will find it after many days.

Lord, I commend them into Your hands.