'Twas the night before school
And, quite frankly, I'm a mess
But it isn't from slacking
and definitely not from stress
Everything is all in order
From the lunches to the shoes
But the same can't be said about me
I'm suffering from the blues
Three will board the bus tomorrow
One will stay with me
My heart will be in multiple places
'Til they all return at three
The girls' want skirts with frilly tops
And pretty brand-new shoes
Sophia chose orange and flowers
Savannah chose sparkles and blue
Brayden wanted to look "smart"
Wearing a green-striped polo
He'll button it up to the chin
Have mercy if the button were solo
The speed at which they are growing
Nearly stops me in my tracks
Sometimes I wish I could freeze the clock
Or maybe turn it back
Third, first, and kindergarten
Wow, I can hardly believe
And our baby is no longer
As she is nearly three
But God made every season
for a purpose and a time
Because I know that He's in control
I will be just fine
What a blessing to watch them grow
And help them along the path
Learning of God's unending love
And respecting His holy wrath
So I'll shed some tears and say a prayer
And cheer them on their way
And be there eagerly waiting
To hear about their big first day!
