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August 20, 2008
Hand in hand

Your mom and me

A little swing

A quick look

Geraniums awake,

Pink inside green beds

The climbing tree

In the circle

Of the parking lot

And you already know

That yours is the yellow door

Straight to your cubby

To the star with your name

At the top…A-S-A

And you smile at me

Hug and move into

Playdough

And you paint

And cry when the other

Kids do, you will

Read and dance

And wrestle for cars

And part of you will wonder

Why you are here

But even in this

You trust us.

You trust.