Her first day of preschool.
My first day to say goodbye.
Other kids are already playing.
There is a pull,
a rubber band inviting her to join.
Slide, sand, pots, scoopers, strainers.
She grips my leg.
At last, goodbye sweet girl.
Hug, kiss, have fun.
My heart drops as I smile and walk away.
I pace back to the observation room,
anxious to be a fly on the wall,
my toddler unaware of my presence.
Wait, who is this?
In the observation room.
No entrance until later.
Where’s my girl?
past the glass,
past my reach,
past my vision,
past my control.
*I’m frustrated with WordPress as I cannot space this poem to my preference.