As our Y6 children prepare to leave us, parents/carers might be having mixed feelings. I saw this poem online and thought of you all. Mrs Buttree xx

6 WEEKS OF SUMMER

To my dearest child as you prepare for your new path into big school…

6 weeks of summer and it’s really strange

How you’re going to grow up and your mindset will change

as you move on from the juniors and into big school

where your aim will be to grow up, to fit in, to be cool.

I won’t wait at the gates or wave you off in the playground

I won’t tussle your hair with your new mates around,

But you’ll grow in your character, and you’ll shed primary fast

And you’ll head into teenagehood with your middle years past.

You’ll stop collecting key rings, you’ll discard uncool toys

You’ll start thinking of music, and fashions, girls and boys

You’ll forget Peppa Pig, you’ll forget Scooby Doo

And you’ll grasp onto a new stage that is waiting for you.

You’ll be just short of an adult, but you’ll still be a child in my eyes

You’ll finish in primary and you’ll say your goodbyes

And you’ll enter new circles you’ll make new lifelong friends

You’ll make fabulous new memories and find new ears to bend.

And your wings will grow fast and will strengthen each day

And your time spent in primary will feel like a lifetime away

You’ll grow up overnight into a whole different world

You’ll become a young lady or gentleman and no longer a girl or boy.

You’ll grasp responsibility, you’ll have choices your own

And although you won’t see it, overnight you’ll have grown

As you head out of primary and into big school you go

You won’t even look back and certainly not know

That my heart will be melting as I ponder on years

As I remember your first day, when you were 4 and I left you in tears

And you adventured quite happily and never looked back

And now it’s the same as you head down a new track.

As you jump out of primary, and I know change is in store

As you start a new chapter, like you did in primary before

But this is the last stage, the bridge that takes you away

That sets you new challenges where it’s not all about play.

In the space of the summer your life changes all round

You’ll discard hopscotch and skipping and new friends will be found

You’ll grow taller than me, your hormones will rage

And you’ll let go of a childhood and embrace a new stage.

You’ll forget about rope swings, you’ll forget about dens

You’ll want all the new gadgets to fit in with your friends

You’ll grow in a confidence, you’ll find a new voice

Peer pressure will catch you, you’ll be smothered with choice.

But you’ll grow in your character, you’ll grasp onto your say

You’ll stand in a crowd and you’ll find your own way

You’ll flourish and thrive, as your new chapter awaits

And you’ll let go of my hand as you head through the gates.

And you’ll soon fit in comfy, and the change will take hold

But you will not see it as I sit lonely and watch it unfold

As your primary gains distance and sits in your past

I’ll watch on with questions of how it whizzed by so fast.

And I’ll remember the time when you stood as tall as my knee

When you stood in the playground with your lunch bag and rucksack waving at me

When you bounced out of school to show me things that you’d made

And spoke about school plays and games you’d played.

When you took snacks for your break time, reading books came home,

You had school fetes and book sales, gold stars and stickers on clothes

You sang songs in assembly, hung artwork you’d made

Your coat pegs had pictures, your achievements displayed…

But now it’s  6 weeks of summer, and for me it feels strange.

With a knowledge of difference I foresee the change..

As you head off to big school, as you tried a new track,

As you bound off with excitement and never look back.

I remember my baby, as you stood by my knee,

As you held my hand tight and took comfort in me,

But now as you head out, you venture alone

And I’m left with a knowledge that you’ve suddenly grown.

But I’ll still be here waiting at the end of the day

To listen to stories and all that you say

To still hold your heart and your hand firmly in mine

To watch as you grow, stand tall and shine.

But I won’t wait on the playground, I won’t stand at the gate

But I’ll still watch the clock and each day I’ll wait

As you return home from school, as you wander back home,

Each day a bit bigger and a little more grown.

I’ll remember your school days, when you stood by my knee

Right there on the playground, just you and just me.

But now it’s 6 weeks of summer, and it sure does feel strange.

How you’re going to grow up but our love will not change.

You’ll still be my baby, you’ll still stand by my knee,

You can still hold my hand

And find comfort in me…

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