“First Day”
She held my hand with tears in her eyes,
Not wanting to let go
Don’t leave me daddy, I want to go home she cried,
I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye,
Her face expressing her childlike worry,
She held my hand with tears in her eyes
Remaining with her far longer than I…
Leaving her was unbearable
Don’t leave me daddy, I want to go home she cried
Held her as tightly, these bonds, these ties
Damming my own emotions
She held my hand with tears in her eyes
One of the most difficult tasks I have ever tried
Want to take her from this painful place
Don’t leave me daddy, I want to go home she cried
Finally letting from a distance I spied
Her first day of school
She held my hand with tears in her eyes
Don’t leave me daddy, I want to go home she cried
©️Michael W. Bonds 2012
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