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...
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