You are confident
in your babywalker
gliding like a ballroom dancer
among the toddling two-year-olds.
Quick as a trained assassin,
a child of maybe nearly three,
comes running up – and takes your little hand.
You smile...
he bites... you scream...
I'm there to comfort...
it's your first lesson
in the unpredictability
of human contact
in a dog-eat-dog world.
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-3-dog-eat-dog-first-day-at-the-toddler-group/
