Back to school

I know a lot of parents jump for joy when their kids return to school, but for me, its a time of minor grief and loss. So after the successful use of poem writing yesterday to manage feelings, just a little one for today too.

Nut brown knees and earthed soles,

Love warmed bodies and tousled hair.

If tousle was a person.

If snuggle was a person.

If love, the love that fills my chest and gut, that powers my arms to lift the load, were a person…

I would let that person out into the world,

And in my nest spread those arms

And grope for scraps of me,

Finding some, or not, wait

For that person to return,

Altered, to this fixed mark.