(growing Pains) 3. Dog-Eat-Dog (First Day At The Toddler Group) Poem by Janice Windle
(growing Pains) 3. Dog-Eat-Dog (First Day At The Toddler Group)
You are confident
in your babywalker
gliding like a ballroom dancer
among the toddling two-year-olds.
Quick as a trained assassin,
a child of maybe nearly three,
comes running up – and takes your little hand.
You smile...
he bites... you scream...
I'm there to comfort...
it's your first lesson
in the unpredictability
of human contact
in a dog-eat-dog world.
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4/24/2024 9:33:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'You are confident/ in your babywalker/ gliding like a ballroom dancer...' this superb image is so real it's tangible, as is the pain and emotion 'of human contact/ in a dog-eat-dog world.' You have managed to transform the first harsh brush with reality into a beautiful poem. S :)