The going off to school is happening
And while you go I stay and feel
The day of small things
Of birds singing and sky blue and garden fresh.

And so we walk and talk and drink tea
And make things and play and pray and think
About your face going out into the ways of grace
And of terrifying place where prayers live.

For this is where it all began and where the light came
And made this all loud with colour and the scent of roses
And the feathery brush of wings
And the throaty chortle of happiness.

And so you go and we wait to see while we go and do
And remember the cheeky grin and the sound of your hard shoes on floor boards
And the bounce of that bag on your back and the tilt of your head
And that last little look of laughter crossing the road … forever.

(Peter Volkofsky May 2014)