He turned 20 years old yesterday, off to France today…………and it seems only a little while since his first trip away without us, nine 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
Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond
… poem originally published 2015…..