Who doesn't remember the first day at school?
She was holding my hand while we were walking the stairs.
Children crying around were like kilometers away
since I could only feel my shaking legs
and I cold not get rid of a lump on my throat ,
tears were ready to fall...
A few minutes together, then thousand kisses, a hug. See you later.
Children bring us back to the start, they teach us, once again, how to walk.
Start over.
Again, with the load of mistakes and the lightness of the experience.
Today is like my first day at school,
we have a full life to learn,
to fall,
to get up and try once more.
That lump was there
because every start is overwhelming with curiosity
and with fears.
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