Hello there, I wondered if you might enjoy and share my end of primary school poem. I wrote it last year when my daughter, Libby, walked the final journey with me and I feel it really does resonate with adults everywhere taking those often emotional last parental steps. . . . Thank you :)
I've walked this route so many times, my feet know where to go
I've struggled with bags and babe in arms, through wind and rain and snow
I've trudged with yawns and bleary eyes, with 'hurry-ups' and sighs
I've chatted and I've marvelled, I've laughed and dashed and cried
I've carried book bags, sports kits, lunch and letters home to sign
Always keeping one hand free to hold your hand in mine.
I've walked this route to parents' evening, assemblies and sports days
I've watched you stumble, fall and grow and change in many ways
I've woken late from sleepless nights; I've skulked this route a mess
I've tottered in smart, uncomfortable shoes, with clients to impress
I've met new friends along this path, shared secrets, tips and woes
I've celebrated, commiserated, seen allies come and go.
I've walked this route I dare not count the times I've come and gone
I've thought about this fateful time our walking days are done
It's time to start a different route, for you to run ahead
My time is mine, my hands are free, we cut the tying thread
This day marks a new chapter, our lives will never be the same
One day, I hope in different shoes, you'll walk this route again.
Nicky Waller
Mum and aspiring poet