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’.
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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I could feel that .
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Thank you. That is why I write. X
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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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Thank you for your kind words, and for reading. Yes, an intense moment!
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