One-Room Homeschoolhouse

A child’s the only friend you’ll have
Who’s no older than the friendship,
Not that the child can recall it.

Review that friendship, if you will,
From the first time those eyes opened
To whatever age your child is,

This child of yours who actually
Thinks of you as a friend, says so
To you and to the other friends.

Were either of your parents friends,
Your parents long since sent to urns?
From when to when were they your friends?

Certainly, you think, not from birth.
Parental love wasn’t friendship,
Was it? But now you think it is.