I thought that this poem was particularly appropriate as my youngest daughter has now reached 21 and my eldest one already married. not only does this make me feel ancient, but also sad and reminiscent of how quick the years of childhood have flown by. Its 10 years now that I have been doing this blog, and yet it doesn’t seem so long ago that I was writing my first posts.
Even during this strange period of staying at home, the time seems to be flying past, each day coming and going like the waves of the sea – a reminder that time is perpetual, and our children are beacons of moments of life. I am hoping that there will be a lot of good out of this massive change; for the moment it seems bleak for the young and the job situation – the creative and arts side of life seems so difficult to get back to any momentum – but I am sure we will get there. history has proved it and we are strong and determined beings that have always pulled through and excelled.
This is one of my favourite poems. Happy birthday Maude – I have but pride and love for you. I realise that you always hold onto the youngest child longer – as you realise that both of you have grown up.
It is both sad and 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.