My youngest daughter started school today,
So nice and smart in uniform and all,
Looking like Cinderella on the way
To the excitement of the prince’s ball.
At this happy / sad hour I now recall
My older children’s first days at their school,
Hoping that mine or their tears wouldn’t fall,
As each little drop drips into the pool
Of his or her peers. At that point, your rule
Over dear Jane or Johnny melts away,
For other influences to install
Themselves in their heads that don’t seem so cool.
They’re out of your control, and you must pray
That they can cope and thrive and stand up tall.
Thur 4 Sep 2007
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