My First Day – Poem by Diana Coombes

My First Day

Stomping, screaming, shouting,

clung to my mummies knee,

I just want to go right home,

will no-one hear my plea.

Pouting, prising, parting,

my mummy gone away,

led gently to the bright room,

and told I had to stay.

Scanning, spying, spotting,

a dolls house with a tree.

Plastic plates and cups,

ready to pour some tea.

Pasting, playing, painting,

a masterpiece is made,

held together with some glue,

and love that will never fade.

Stomping, screaming, shouting,

clung to the big red door,

I don’t want to go home,

can I stay some more?

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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