The Kindergarteners

The doors fly open; racing out
Are kindergarteners, one by one.
With beaming grin, each gives a shout
To those who wait when day is done.

It’s mostly, “Mommy!” sometimes “Dad!”
Depending on who’s standing there
But I am thrilled when I have had
The greeting that’s beyond compare.

For from his lips, a “Nana!” springs,
A childish call of pure delight
That to my heart, such joy it brings,
That it deserves a copyright.

Another year or two, I think,
Before that eagerness does wane,
For innocence, in just a blink,
Will vanish, though I’ll wait in vain.