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Nursery Times
Author: Ben Franklin

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My first day at Nursery
I really dont know what to think,
my Mum leaves me at the door,
I cry as my heart sinks.

The teachers welcome me with open arms
and show me lots of consideration,
leaving my mum at the door for the first time
Im overwhelmed with a strange sensation.

All the other kids here are in the same boat,
there eyes explain we are all thinking in the same
note.

We are all scared of the unknown,
all wishing we were still being pampered
at home.

We all sit down at the table
and introduce ourselves,
at such a young age you can tell who has nothing and
who has wealth,

they look at me weird,
as I have a funny eye,
im not gonna get upset,
I dont want to be known as the boy who cries.

I got friendly with a boy called Alan,
we clicked stright away,
but there were moments when we didnt know what to say.

He is more shy then myself,
he's worried about what to say,
I tell you what Alan
you will never know how you got me through my first
day.

------- Author's Notes -------

This is actually about my first day. I was born cross-eyed,so the doctors performed an operation to get my eye straight, they left tissue in my eye which caused blindness in my left eye. they also didnt really make my eyes straighter, I did get funny looks. for the first two weeks I always cried when my mum dropped me off, even though I fell in love with it after a couple of days! I still see Alan on ocasions, but we both want different things and have a different outlook on life, but when we do see each other its nice to think back. thanks for reading.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Britney (67.136.114.249) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 02:23 am

Good

I really liked your poem. ~Britney~
Ben F (81.100.175.39) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 08:48 am

thanks....

thanks for reading.
joyce ivy (68.222.84.217) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 02:12 pm

Ben F

This is a touching poem Ben...I remember leaving my kids on their first day of school...my oldest cried..made me cry...my 2nd was shy...now my 3rd..she is a trip...not a shy bone in her body...and doesn't take s**t off anyone...tough as nail...LOL...anyway thanks for bringing back my memories of their first day at school...love your work...thanks...joyce
Meridian (172.148.166.127) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 02:32 pm

Franklin

This was a very deep poem and I really enjoyed reading it!
Ben F (81.100.175.39) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 02:47 pm

J.I& Meri.....

thank you both for reading,
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