I hear your little feet pelting out of the fitting room
Then there you are: a miniature man.
Large as life in pressed white shirt and grey jumper.
Eyes as sparkling as your new uniform;
Bright with pride and excitement.
All the brighter in the absence of your playtime vivid colours.
I steel myself as a maelstrom of emotions slam home,
Pride, love, fear, surprise, but love, such love foremost.
You pelt towards me, already standing straighter, looking older.
As I hold you close, hiding hot tears over your shoulder,
Whispering ‘you look SO, so cool, chap’.