New School

 

 

 

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.)

 

 

 

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