FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL
She started school this morning
and she looked so very small
As I waited there beside her
in the Kindergarten Hall.
And as she took her place beside
the others in her class,
I realized how all too soon
these first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw her as
she first learned how to walk:
The words that we, alone, made out
when she began to talk.
This little girl, so all absorbed
in learning how to write:
It seems as tho she must have grown
to girlhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred, but hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine,
I mar her first big day.
Oh, How I longed to stay with her
and keep her by the hand,
to lead her thru the places
that I couldn’t understand:
But she must have her chance to live,
to work her problems out,
the privilege to grow and learn
what Life is all about.
And I must share my little girl
with work and friends and play—
She’s not a baby any more.
She started school today.
This poem was written by Effie Maxey, my mother-in-law.
She raised 12 children on her own after her husband was killed in a coal mining accident.
Her youngest son, Buddy E. Maxey, my husband, was only 5 months old. They are pictured here together. Effie passed away at the age of 100 years old. Buddy passed away several years later.
They now live in heaven, reunited again, wrapped in each others arms.