The clothes, which were picked many days ago, are laid out.
The backpacks are stuffed with fresh school supplies.
The lunches are made.
The singing and reading is over, and now they sleep.
I will be grateful for this one of few mornings when they jump out of bed.
First day, field trips, last day.
All the others require a little shaking, bright lights, much prodding.
But tommorrow, they will be scrubbed and at the door, pressing me to go.
Ah, me. Time.