Nursery Time Poem by Phil Soar

I took his little hand in mine
The first time

Entering the nursery, he looked lost
A new adventure

Seeking solace, he clung on tightly
Fearing the worst, I left

Only an hour this time
A smile on my return

Next morning, repeat the process
Each time a tear or two

Grandad possibly more tearful than him
Seeking solace at home

And then after three hours, a smile
Beginning to enjoy

And on the 7th day, just a wave
Grandad lost

The hugs on collection a relief
Nursery time