The first day of school is a day of dread,
For what reason should my Mother leave?
Me with these children, not at home instead,
An excuse for learning that made me grieve.
Time is too precious to spend without Her,
So I cry all the more scribbling my attention,
Painting fearful art to which the wise infer,
Failing an expression of eternal tension.
The kids of the class fall silent at me,
Feeling what I feel but denying it all,
Hence, They Call Me a Cry-baby,
Eager for education, a head against wall.