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She said "Good-luck" as she walked away,
She slipped out of my hand, leaving me where I don't want to stay.
Mother, would you please stop and just come back,
Mother, I'm all alone, feeling your lack.
I had no choice but to enter through that rusty iron gate,
That stood tall before me, or else I'll be late.
I didn't know into what I was guiding myself,
A stranger in alien world, feeling like an elf.
Too many new faces all around,
I felt so lost, Mother, I'll never be found.
Attracted by all the bright colours on the wall,
I found myself before a big brown door.
Slowly, I pushed it open with my shaky hand,
To see toys, chairs, desks, and a tub of sand.
In there, I found little girls and boys, just like me,
Playing happily in harmony, feeling so free.
An old, wrinkled face, with glasses on the edge of her nose,
Came in, and pushed the door, so it crashed close.
Everything froze in place, and silence spread,
My knees were shaking, I was looking to hide under my bed.
She began talking about the rules of school.
About how some will come out of it fools and others cool.
The smiled, and oh gosh, there were no teeth.
Just thin pale lips stretching from cheek to cheek.
I quietly wondered, "when is the last day?"
She heard my thought and answered, "You still have a long way,
Too many years are still to come, some which will not be gay,
So don't hastle, just sit back and adapt. Work hard without a slack!"
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