When the children go back to school we will stand in the play area and breathe.
Hold out our arms and spin.
We will run as fast as we can, with no shoes on.
Climb up the slide and lie down on the roundabout.
We’ll throw sand and leaves and pebbles.
We will swing until Mama’s arms hurt.
When the children go back to school we will go on weekday adventures.
To quiet, empty places.
We’ll find out about animals, trains and castles.
Different cultures and different lives.
We’ll meet people in cafes and museums and gardens.
We will talk until there’s nothing more to say.
When the children go back to school we will see them march by in their shiny black shoes.
Then we’ll take all our clothes off, to dance in the rain.
We will paint on our legs, on our tummies and noses.
Pour rice on our head and squish mud through our toes.
We’ll make footprints and handprints and bumprints too.
We will jump in every single puddle.
When the children go back to school we will watch them file past in their crocodile lines.
As we run from interest to interest.
We will chase butterflies, spied from the corner of our eyes.
Claim the shiniest pebble and the biggest conker.
We’ll stroke catkins and smell flowers and listen to the birds.
We will go wherever the wind blows us.
When the children go back to school we will stand in the play area and breathe,
Give thanks for our endless days.
We will play when we want to, rest when we need to.
With time to choose and space to dream.
We’ll share questions and discoveries and ‘I did it’ moments.
We will do it together, just you and I.