outgrown

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.

Penelope Shuttle

 

3 thoughts on “outgrown

  1. Lovely post. I can relate to it – one daughter went to travel the world for a year yesterday, one starting GCSE year, son in final year at uni. Thankyou for helping me to feel less alone in this (though not less ancient!). Beautiful poem and picture too. Thankyou.💐

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