A little boy stands all alone, his tearful mother rushes home.

Tears well up for all to see, little white socks pulled to his knee.

Quite a few tears then a sigh, but then the day starts flying by.

Numbers to count, pictures to draw, a drink of cold milk with a bright coloured straw.

Then the day begins to end, running beside a nice new friend.

Laugher and joy all around, after the bell its homeward bound.

He see's his mother with an upset face, until he says, "I love the place!"

She holds his hand wanting to cry.....

His first day at school has just gone by.

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