To every parent who is taking that proud picture of their little ones in a school uniform for the very first time.
With all the hugs…
As I glance at the clock where it ticks on the wall,
I’m confused as to whether time’s passed here at all?
The same ticking clock,
The same silent wall,
But somewhere between I have blinked,
And you’re tall?
How can these garments of stark navy blue,
Be here in our home and belonging to you?
How will these tights fit those legs that once sprung,
Up and down on my knee right back when we’d begun?
How can these socks warm the toes that I’ve kissed,
And take with them your feet to a place they’ll be missed?
How will these shoes that flash bright as you walk,
Be the ones that hear new unsaid words when you talk?
How can these sleeves hold your arms as I would?
Be the hug that I’d give you if only I could?
How can this hair-clip hold back your wild hair,
That has always run free as you’ve played without care?
How is your name stitched to clothes that you’ll wear?
I can no longer “hold them”,
As I won’t be there.
Who’s is this emblem you carry with pride?
As I carried you once sweetheart,
How has this moment come racing along,
When forever and always
With me you belong?
Who is this beautiful girl all in blue?
My once tiny baby.
How is it you?
How will I stand at the gate holding strong?
How will I nudge you in?
Help you along?
How do I give you the strength to be free?
When you’re mine and your place is at home.
How will I let go and let you be you?
I’m your mother.
And that’s what we do.
I’ll turn back to home and I’ll gaze at the clock.
The very same wall and the same old tick-tock.
I’ll have smiled as I kissed you and waved you away.
And you’ll always be ours at the end of the day.
x x x
Be fierce and be proud my baby girl.
This post originally featured on the fabulous Meet Other Mums blog page, for whom I am proud to be a regular blogger.