The Kindergarteners

The doors fly open; racing out Are kindergarteners, one by one. With beaming grin, each gives a shout To those who wait when day is done. It’s mostly, “Mommy!” sometimes “Dad!” Depending on who’s standing there But I am thrilled when I have had The greeting that’s beyond compare. For from his lips, a “Nana!” springs, A childish call of pure delight That to my heart, such joy it brings, That it deserves a copyright. Another year or two, I think, Before that eagerness does wane, For innocence, in just a blink, Will vanish, though I’ll wait in vain.