A Head full of Why's

This is a poem I wrote years ago when my daughter started pre-school. It is about my hope for her that the world stay as amazing to her as an adult as when she was a child.

A Head Full of Why’s

 

Eager anticipation on our daughter’s young face

The early September feels crisp and cool

It is our daughter’s first time to school

With her heart wide open and a head full of why’s

We stand in the doorway

Her small hand in mine

There I quietly contemplate a troubling thought

It is the moment, sought or not, that makes its trace

On her parents’ heart

The moment we say farewell to the baby and the toddler,

The one we cradled and coddled, and taught to walk and talk,

It is the moment we turn her over to the tutelage

of others, to begin the quest

To find out the rest of what lies within and without

A journey, that no doubt �" leads to a not

So distant June day, where the graduation march will play

And as I look in her eyes I hope I see,

A heart wide open and a head full of why’s