August 22, 2007

6th grade

when you stretched
as you were waking
the body
that used to be swallowed
in that twin bed
reached from one end
to the other

you sat up
and said
is it time to get up?
is it time for 8th grade?
i mean, 6th grade?

i know you are growing
but i almost fainted
at the prospect of
8th grade
it put 6th grade
in prospective for me

you packed your own bag
fixed your own breakfast
and you picked out
your own clothes (twice)

most surprisingly
you combed your own hair
and put it in a bun

i remember fixing your hair
most mornings
of last year

when you carried your blankie
and your stuffed animal
down to the kitchen
i wondered if you would
find some secret spot
in your bookbag
and want to take them along
but they stayed home
with me today

they sit here beside me
a reminder of the things
you are leaving behind


stay strong in Jesus
my 6th grader
this year more than ever

remember to guard your heart
and earnestly seek His will

soak yourself in His Word
and not in the words of others

you are never alone
me and Jesus
we got ya covered

most of all, always know
that no matter how old you get
you'll always be
my baby girl

6 rays through the fog:

Diane J. said...

Oh, how bittersweet and poignant, Andrea. Too soon your baby girl will be grown and you'll wonder, where did the years go?

Thanks for your prayers regarding my disability hearing. Now more waiting....*Sigh*.....

Love and hugs,


Judith said...

Dear friend, I understand the wanting to protect your daughter forever, I really do. But perhaps that's why God made angels.

Anyway, I will pray for her safety, but also that she gets everything she can out of her time in school.

I just read Diane's comment here, and need to skip over to check on how things went for her.

Love and God bless.

Darlene said...

I feel you heart.
Love ya, Mom

Barb @ A Chelsea Morning said...

So sweet, Andrea. This brought back some very vivid memories. Sixth grade really is a transition, isn't it?

Before you know it, she'll be walking across a stage to receive a college diploma. Enjoy every single moment of her.

My Twenty Cents Keeps Moving said...

I hear you-- my son is in 7th grade this year. Where did the time go? Love your poem.

I blogged about it here:


Scratchin' the Surface said...

Isnt it so so hard to let them go out into the world, knowing each year what they face is bigger and bigger. Prayer - lots of it! You might just be amazed a few years down the road to see what she accomplished that has eternal significance.

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