The silhouettes of Summer are fleeting
Swiftly like the sun at dusk, sinking behind our hills.
Too soon, socks and shoelaces, with deft skill
Will surmount my children's flip-flops like a bully.
School and it's mercenaries are brash in their assault.
Their captives: our moments of bright laughter and sunny adventures,
Are zipped up and put away in the lockers of our memory,
Waiting eagerly for Summer's promised deliverence.
School, where is thy sting? Your victory is transient.
Heckle, tease, and torment; Bask in your passing glory.
But remember, the flip-flops will return, and this time,
Even bigger than before.
*** Side note: school is wonderful, I love it. I was just "in the moment" when I wrote this, having so much fun with my little guys. Any damper on fun usually puts me in a mood:).