Waynesboro

Tears ran down my cheeks the first night we left him there,
Second night we were on campus and couldn’t find him anywhere,
Then we saw him in uniforms – he was spared the crew cut – for now.
He called two times before the first weekend was over,
He called three times the first Sunday – ever.
My boy must be homesick,
Telling me he liked school, especially math,
He got to go at his own pace.
The vending machines kept him spending,
He wanted to call his friends, too
I said it would be on your dimes, son
He wanted to call his sisters, then
Why don’t you set up your own phone, then we’ll talk again.