A new life
I miss leaving work
in the middle of the day
to come fetch you.
Trying to sneak into the classroom without you seeing,
to give you a most pleasant surprise;
but failing most times,
when your classmates alerted you;
five and six year olds unable to keep the secret.
The heart-melting hug that would greet me,
before our walk back up to the car:
the porcupine bushes poking you,
as you defiantly walked through their spikes… … More A new life









