Pride

By Kendys Kanco

I nervously clung onto my mum, it’s the first day of nursery and I’ve never been without her.

‘Goodbye mum’ I said meekly through tears

She picked me up and gave me the biggest hug

‘I’m so proud of you’

I smiled at my mum as I walked through the gates of primary school for the last time.

‘Goodbye mum’ I said excitedly

She tried to conceal a tear as I walked away

‘I’m so proud of you’

I shouted at my mum because she was late for my first day of secondary.

‘Goodbye mum’ I said as I rolled my eyes back

She apologised profusely and reassured me everything would be fine

‘I’m so proud of you’

I cried on my mums shoulder as my heart had just been broken

‘Goodbye mum’ I said as she had to leave for work

She told me it’s the first of many

‘I’m so proud of you’

I asked my mum to take my picture, I want to make sure I look my best for prom.

‘Goodbye mum’ I said as my date escorted me out

She commented on how quickly I’ve grown

‘I’m so proud of you’

I unpacked my last bag from the car and took it to my university accommodation

‘Goodbye mum’ I said as I slammed the boot shut

She nervously clung onto me, it’s the first day of uni and she’s never been without me

‘Goodbye love’ she said meekly through tears ‘I’m so proud of you’

About Kendys

I’m currently studying Forensic Psychology with Foundation Year and I’m enjoying it quite a bit. I switched a few times with Criminology and Forensic Psychology being the previous ones. I had a great interest in them but ultimately Counselling won me over. I enjoy writing poetry a lot however it tends to be on the morbid side. I had to dig deep to write this piece as normally I write from the heart. This piece was more of a comforting one, written to resonate with others as opposed to me simply scrawling down my feelings.

I found it quite hard to navigate my way around university life. I would often think about my life so far and the journey I’ve been on. I mainly used those thoughts to create a piece that describes growing up and figuring out life. The last stanza represents how the tables have turned and it’s rather the mother missing the daughter. That’s the way of life, our parents raise us to be become the people that we are and somewhere along the line, we take the reins.

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