Cold back, happy heart.
The boys fall into bed at 8.30.
Sam has been at school all week,
His first week.
There have been tears each day
from my love,
My brave boy who was
the biggest and loudest in the
Preschool playground,
who jumped the highest,
who ran the fastest.
Just next door, at big school
he is shy, he buries his face,
He says ‘I don’t want to go to big school.’
He cries as we leave him
to walk off with his buddies.
But now, haven,
We roam free in a cold lush field.
We put the tent up, play cards,
eat hot dogs.
He comes out, can’t sleep,
Watches bats in the trees.
And that is the end of his first week.
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elisabeth pike 