You've been ready now for hours, washed and dressed - just so,
So smart, clad in your uniforms, but I guess it's time to go.
Trusting and so innocently, you clasp my clammy hand,
I'm nervous, but excited, feel I'm drowning in quicksand.
The moment comes too quickly and I usher you through the door,
A world of learning beckons, but you're tiny, only four.
Working mums and dads on shifts - and mums with babies too,
Walk swiftly to their waiting cars - there's no more left to do.
The house is silent - stilled now, no children's mess or toys,
I tidy once and then again - I actually miss the noise,
And now it's time to pick you up - I really can't be late.
My mind is in a turmoil - as I stand there at the gate.
You emerge at three - triumphant - shirt hanging, hair awry,
Bright-eyed and cheeks aglowing - you're happy - so am I.
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