HILL

 

HILL

When he was in second or third grade

I told my son to run up

To his school

I would wait for him

To reach the door

at the bottom of the hill

He ran really fast

When he got to the blue door

Entrance to the school

He turned around and waved

And then he went inside the cafeteria

Where the kids were greeted by an aide

In that moment I realized

How quickly he would change

From this adorable playful

Child

To a grown-up

 I wiped away my tears 

And headed back home