He goes to university next week…………and it seems only a little while since his first trip away without us, seven years ago.
The School Trip
Long limbs, freckled cheeks,
He slips between us in the bed.
It’s nearly time to go.
We hold him, all nervous and excited,
The week long trip looms.
Kiss in the hallway at home,
Dash to the coach in a gaggle of friends,
Pulling faces at the window.
I put ‘ears’ on Dad and little brother.
The coach goes, and so, nearly, do our tears.
They grow – you let them go.
Nerves, sadness, excitement and pride.