Backpack swinging, laces tied,
You straighten up your shoulders wide.
The gate swings open, worlds expand,
A tiny hand waves its last command.
Tears and pride curl in my chest,
Letting go feels like a test.
Walk through that door and find your place,
Bring back the sun to every space.
I’ll stand and watch you start to grow,
Carry my love wherever you go.
Stories told in lunchtime lines,
New small friends and unknown signs.
A whispered kiss beneath a tree,
Go, little one, be brave and free.
When you stumble, find your voice,
Mistakes are gifts, not just a choice.
Remember where your shelter lies —
You’ll always have my watchful eyes.
