I took his little hand in mine
The first time
Entering the nursery, he looked lost
A new adventure
Seeking solace, he clung on tightly
Fearing the worst, I left
Only an hour this time
A smile on my return
Next morning, repeat the process
Each time a tear or two
Grandad possibly more tearful than him
Seeking solace at home
And then after three hours, a smile
Beginning to enjoy
And on the 7th day, just a wave
Grandad lost
The hugs on collection a relief
Nursery time
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