Poetry in the First Grade

Last week Dylan recited a poem he had written in his class. Parents came to listen, drink coffee, and snap for their kid in a beatnik kind of way. It was quite amusing. There were poems about the fish in the ocean, numbers (by the daughter of a physicist), God, and all sorts of things. Dylan’s was about “pokemon.” I wish I was back in the first grade.

Today, my youngest son Jack, registered for kindergarten. A friend of mine who’s son will be starting next year,  mentioned how weird it was, referring to our children entering school and leaving the home. I didn’t think it was too weird; maybe a little sad but Jack stopped being “our little baby” a while ago. I’m pretty excited. He gets to join his brother in “big-boy” school. Soon, he too, will be writing poems, probably about pokemon.