End of August.
They're leaving.
My boys are going back to college.
We've said our goodbyes.
My boys are gone.

Thanksgiving is almost here.

They're coming home.
We will only have a short time together.
I don't want them to leave.
I'll miss them.

They're home for Christmas.

A whole month of seeing them everyday.
I wish it could be like this all the time.
I wish they didn't have to leave.
I miss them.

It's May.
They're coming home.
I am overflowing with excitement.
Three months of spending time together.
I don't want them to leave.
I don't want to miss them.

End of August.
They're leaving.
My boys are going back to college.
We've said our goodbyes.
I have another goodbye this year.
My daughter is leaving for college.
I have a daughter.