I thought that this poem was particularly appropriate as one daughter is exploring far shores, one daughter has finished school – so no more bound by school holidays – and one son has finished uni. not only does this make me feel ancient, but also sad and reminiscent of how quick the years of childhood have flown by.
It is both sad snd a relief to fold so carefully
her outgrown clothes and line up the little worn shoes
of childhood, so prudent, scuffed and particular.
It is both happy and horrible to send them galloping
back tappity-tap along the mist chill path into the past. .
It is both a freedom and a prison, to be outgrown
by her as she towers over me as thin as a sequin
in her doc Martens and her pretty skirt
because just as I work out how to be a mother
she stops being a child.