Sharpening his pencils;
ironing his clothes.
Wishing it would slow down –
how fast the time all goes.

Packing up his schoolbag;
new shoes up a size.
Seeing that he’s growing –
mammy wipes her eyes.

Every year he’s moving,
another step away.
Feels his hands in hers now –
he’s still a child today.

Trousers getting longer;
time can’t be ignored.
Although she wants him closer –
life’s there to be explored.


3 thoughts on “Back to School Blues

  1. I know the feeling. Seems not long ago my youngest was a lost puppy in foundation, now he’s about to enter Y2. And the eldest will soon be catching a bus to senior school each morning. He’s gone back soon. We have another two weeks. Good to see you back though. Hopefully this will give you more time for more posts now. 🙂

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  2. We have another week and a half – but I completely understand your sentiment and loved your poem. I will miss them, especially because they grow away from me – but I will enjoy some peace and quiet. Declan”s Kindergarten is only half day. But that is still 2 1/2 hours I will not have children and some time to myself. (And a high five to your personal best! Great job!)

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