Blonde ringlets frame her heart-shaped face,
shining hair pulled off her face with a pink bow.
Her bright blue eyes are filled with laughter,
big smile swelling her cheeks.
His blonde hair cut close with a fringe
above his proud blue eyes. He is bent slightly
at the knee to reach her little shoulders and
wrap his arm around them in loving protection.
The preschoolers barely outsize their backpacks
on this first day of school. They are overjoyed
to carry their awkward bundles filled with
new school supplies.
They are ready to learn, to play, to make
new friends. They are ready to take their first
steps out of babyhood, their first steps
out into the world.
Letting them go tugs at my heartstrings
like an instrument out of tune. I want to freeze
this moment, this image in time,
forever.
“Letting them go tugs at my heartstrings
like an instrument out of tune. I want to freeze
this moment, this image in time,
forever.”
Nice lines.
I loved the poem.
ah, thank you!