Cradling

Raising the backs of your little hands against your eyes
As you accept with fright in your little chest, tears held in
That your Daddy must say goodbye at nursery gates
Turning slightly, half to me, half away,
Turning, learning, feeling a dimension greater than me
A cradling that has held me all these years as it will you
Finding your feet, finding your ground, my boy.

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