He marched off today like a soldier,
But no soldier could look so grand.
His head was brushing the fluffy clouds;
His pencil was clutched in his hand.
A soldier with patriot ardor
In the battle or solemn parade
Could not know such pride as my five-year-old
As he joyfully entered first grade.
His first day of high school or college
Will be thrilling and challenging, too.
He will meet them with anticipation
For experiences which are new.
But the joy that he finds at those portals
Will be joy that is shopworn and frayed
Compared with the joy that he knew today
When he proudly set off for first grade.
I have seen a great queen’s coronation.
I have seen many rulers and kings.
They travel in pomp and in splendor
With the prestige their high estate brings.
But today there’s not one of those monarchs
Who could fill my son’s shoes as he’s made
This gigantic step over the threshold
Which has ushered him into first grade!