The Friendship Journey ~ a poem
Moving house with a child is no easy thing to do,
A new bedroom, new school and new friends too,
A time of stress, anxiety, a logistical nightmare,
Emotions are tender, how will they fare?
You get it all sorted, a school place is yours,
A settling in session, opening of new doors;
Metaphorically, literally, it’s a critical time,
Reassured by people, “she’ll be just fine…”
It’s exciting, it’s scary for her and for us,
We try to hide our unease with a ‘positive’ fuss,
Goodbyes are said to old school friends, her mates,
A new chapter is coming, new friendships await…
Then new names come up in our daily chat,
“So and so said this, so and so said that,
Soon can they come after school and for tea?
They can play with my toys, they can colour with me.”
Of course the answer is, “yes, yes and yes!”
As long as she’s happy I can cope with the mess!
It’s lovely to see, a relief beyond doubt,
To see our girl happy, see new friendships carved out.
What’s more, it’s so nice she doesn’t care one bit
If her friend’s from Eastern Europe or if they’re a Brit!
All she wants is to play, to share jokes, to have fun,
As far as she sees it, they’re like her, we’re all ‘one’…
By Carol Cameleon 2016
The story behind the poem: As our little girl is cementing new friendships after a house move and subsequent new school, it’s intriguing and refreshing that background really doesn’t matter, as long as she ‘clicks’ with them…