Tinys To Teen Terrors

Tinys To Teen Terrors

 

Seeking succour

From the trusted mother

A hen guards her brood

Torrents of tears

Sobs subside

As Loco Parentis

Coos and sooths.

The tiny tots

Tremble not.

 

A minute cradle of learning

Nurturing, inspiring,

The eager infants

Devour each word adoringly

Small walls comfort

The nervous flock.

This reassuring microcosm

Stretches through endless summers

Sunshine dandelion days

In meadows marking

A reassuring world.

 

The ‘big school’

Must devour it’s quota

Garnering the growing

To process through

The dark mill of learning.

Cap and Gown, stage strutting

The Master growls and roars

Each summer now gets darker

No plasticine snakes to wiggle

The stick replaces the giggle.

 

Goggle-eyed, boggle-brained

The timid tinys tremble in.

Seven come eleven years

Squeeze in the cavernous hall

Eagle-eyed bouncers

Haul out the chaff

And beat a rhythm of terror

On the innocent’s bum.

 

The daisy days of light and love

Grow ever dim

Calculus, Quo Vardis?

All thrashed in.

From chubby little cherubs

To Teenage Terrors

The transformation is complete.

The dark doors open

And hurl them to the street.