The Strawberry Cake Lunchbox

With a backpack on her back she waves me goodbye as my heartstrings pull tight I smile, but I don't cry My little girl is starting school day, with a gleam in her eye she says " momma I'm ready" is the bus here yet ? The house sits empty and the only sound is the sound of my kettle. I try to recall a day without her but I can't, she's been glued to my soul, since the day she was born "Its only kindergarten" I say as a way to ease my mind but I know my heart feels like mush today, " I need to be kind" I go to her room and straighten out her bed and by the amount of crumbs on her bear, I know he's been fed "She'll be back soon enough" I say to myself, Its every mother's hope, that her daughter stays safe everyday I used to thank God each time the front door opened and a little voice said, " Mommy, I'm home!" With a backpack on her back she waves me goodbye, and I know I'm going to miss her, I can't lie.