Poem about separation of a mother and child on the first day of preschool.

This can hopefully last forever.

We are going around in circles.

Playing with my dog.

I only wanted you to play fair.

From past to present, a toy in the life of man.

THE BUSKER WE CALL THE MONKEY MAN.

Patience is a virtue.

You shouldn’t be proud of being childish.

A children’s poem.