Vincent Kuo - The Parting

My father's hand was big and warm
As he gently squeezed my hand
Mild and mellow was his shape and form
Though my thoughts were more than I could stand
The time to part was drawing near
Emotions welled up in my little chest
I held onto him in buried fear
Still, reality had yet to manifest
I looked over at the dreaded red door
Behind which I'd be spending my days
The noises of kids from three to four
Filled the yard in the eeriest ways
Parting came, how ghastly was to say goodbye!
So my first Pre-school day, I started to cry

Vincent Kuo

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