At the School Gate

She does not see me at first An anxious set to her face Worry in those soft brown eyes. Yet she continues Climbing up the steep steps. She does not hesitate, She is resolute, Despite fearing the worst. A tiny figure in her pink jacket, Unbuttoned of course, School bag nearly as big as she is, Her hair escaping from the velvet band. Then she sees me. And I am rewarded with that smile. She quickens her steps. Confident now, happy now. We hug. I give her confidence, She brings me joy.