Oh the Places You’ll Go

Megan Clark - 4 Sep 16

Oh the places you’ll go and the things that you’ll see, the memories you’ll make and the moments you’ll keep.

 Oh the places you’ll go and the new things you’ll know; like how rockets are made and how they go where they go.

You’ll learn of adventure and dream of your own, of a time when you’ll be almost but not quite fully grown.

 How you’ll learn about owls and bats and their sight, and you’ll learn why they only show themselves at night.

 Oh the places you’ll go and the people you’ll meet and the views that you’ll see and the things that you’ll eat.

 Oh the places you’ll go as you learn life’s new things, like why penguins like the cold and why a whale sings. Or why petrol is black and why witches hate Jesus and you’ll try hard to listen and do things that please us.

 Although we’ll sometimes get grumpy and moody or sad, you’ll be there, still smiling and promising it’s not bad.

 You’ll do new things and old and have your favourites that you’ll grow, you’ll miss things and win things and lose things you know.

But you’ll try hard at all things that cross over your path. You’ll learn how to feel, you’ll cry and you’ll laugh.

 Every day will bring memories and you’ll keep them or share them. You’ll have ideas and secrets you’ll only tell Ben.

You’ll build bridges, climb trees, pick flowers and build dens. You’ll learn lots about numbers and multiples of ten.

 You’ll spend your days running and jumping and climbing, you’ll be messy and dirty and sharing your singing.

Your imagination will take you to far off lands and the time will start to dwindle when you want to hold hands.

 You’ll learn about history and art and science; of words and of languages of things that surpass us.

You’ll learn how to read and put thoughts on a page, you’ll grow upwards (and outwards) as time shows your age.

 You’ll talk of the sea, of boats, poo and farts. You’ll learn how to tell a real joke and make people laugh.

 I’ll cherish each moment as if it’s our last and cling to my memoires of things that have passed; but each day I will wake with a spring in my step and look forward to watching you and seeing what’s next.

 I’ll watch you and listen and smile as you tell me, of the people you meet and the things that you see.

 So fly high, swim far, run fast and walk slow, so you can capture each moment of the places you’ll go.

Megan Clark

Wife to one, mother to two beautiful wild things. Dreamer, lover of real coffee, mint matchmakers and sleep. Blogging about motherhood, anxiety and all the bits in between.

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