Waiting

We are waiting,
anticipating.
We are watching,
looking.
We peer over the frosty glass window-
Is it here?
But alas it is only the summer,
saying hello.
Sometimes-
I think that I am the only one who's eyes float upon the calendar,
anxious,
for school to begin,
what child would want to be rid of-
sunny days,
and beach trips,
what child would want to be rid of-
no homework,
and the thrill of no school,
but I am wrong,
for as I sit at my desk-
first day of school,
a girl smiles at me,
saying in her own language-
I've been waiting too.