Grow, Growing, Grown

Grow, Growing, Grown


Your small hand in mine

I walked you to school daily, gaily,

Bright red cardigan, grey pinafore

Shiny black shoes and white socks.

Your time to grow.


In a navy blazer paired with a grey pleated skirt

(Max 10cm above the knee),

I sent you off to secondary

House tie, blue blouse and grey socks

Growing, growing, gone.


You get to wear a short skirt now

With a denim jacket 

and any top you fancy.

Your hands are still small

But they're holding someone else's.


A Wensley

26.02.2026



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