At first I thought
Good Lord!
I must have done
Something right!
After all
Four years old
School day One
And all
She cared about
Was the colour of her tights.
And then
She went and skipped
All the way to the gate
Without a piggy-back
Or a shoulder ride
Without
Once
Slipping her little hand
Into mine.
Of course there were tears
(just a few)
When the bus drove off
And I waved
Goodbye...
(But luckily
She didn't look behind.)