Pamparo in Toronto

This is a short poem I started writing today shortly after dropping off my son Gabby to school for the first time. Just when I thought I did ok, a tear fell as soon as I completed this poem.

I did not cry, though teary-eyed
Little boy is growing, oh my
At school, right in his classroom
Wide-eyed, excited and anxious

What is next? is this too early?
Maybe I’m just older, silly!
It’s his time to face a new world
Head-strong, expectant and bold!

Congratulations Gabby!