Buying his first school uniform

I hear your little feet pelting out of the fitting room

Then there you are: a miniature man.

Large as life in pressed white shirt and grey jumper.

Eyes as sparkling as your new uniform;

Bright with pride and excitement.

All the brighter in the absence of your playtime vivid colours.

I steel myself as a maelstrom of emotions slam home,

Pride, love, fear, surprise, but love, such love foremost.

You pelt towards me, already standing straighter, looking older.

As I hold you close,  hiding hot tears over your shoulder,

Whispering ‘you look SO, so cool, chap’.



5 Comments Add yours

  1. Brings back memories and just a few tears. You’ll never forget that sight, even when he’s head and shoulders above you with a son or two of his own. Good luck little man. Show ’em what you’re made of. xx

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  2. yaskhan66 says:

    I could feel that .

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      Thank you. That is why I write. X

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  3. Magic Penny says:

    This is beautiful poem, I remember those feelings so strongly … heart breaking and exciting…. parenthood is such a wonderfully tough world

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    1. Tom Tide says:

      Thank you for your kind words, and for reading. Yes, an intense moment!


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