#15

Sam went to school today
For the first time,
And then he wouldn’t tell me about it because he was too tired,
And it reminded me of those days
When I’d drop him off at preschool,
Only three,
And go to get him later, not knowing what he’d done,
How he’d spent his five hours,
Who his friends were.
I’d ask the staff and they’d say ‘he’s been fine’, vaguely,
and I’d wonder how easy it was to slip through the net.
It is different here,
Good different.
There are maybe 15 people in his class at preschool,
They are friends, they are known.
I have a green book that tells me little things he’s done,
And then he comes out with all this stuff:
‘That’s a catkin’,
‘Look, a dead nettle’,
‘The farmer wants a wife, the farmer wants a wife’.

Little gems,
surfacing.