First Nursery Days Poem by Phil Soar

On the first time that I left him, there were tears and tension rose
As he quivered with emotion, from his feet up to his nose
And the Nursery staff were helpful, as his grandad's face contorted
With a few kind words and a little hug, the sadness was soon thwarted

The very start of time alone, with nothing but his bunny
I guess he found it difficult, and really not that funny
But time can be a healer, and a week or two goes by
Until I leave him in the room, without the need to cry

I wonder how he's doing, as I sit and pass the morning
So used to my companion, now I find I sit here yawning
And as the clock moves forward, and I find I miss his 'Durs'
I still prefer his company, and all that it incurs

So roll on until morning ends, and collecting him again
I hope he has enjoyed himself, and wants to go again
And when he smiles that gorgeous smile, when he sees me outside
I'll tell him that I'll always be, forever at his side