Wild Bill Balding
Wild Bill Balding Poems
- Walter Sickert: Mornington Cre...
- Hue & Cry Prussian, powder, ultramarine, cerulean and ...
- Trust I want you, but can I trust you? The things you say ...
- Green Into the warm, inviting yellow twists a brush loaded ...
- King's Cross After all these years will I recognise you now?...
- Stones Elsie showed me hers. She showed everyone, whether ...
- Sophie Goes To School I let you go into the world, launched...
Of Welsh descent, Bill Thomas is currently a teacher of Religious Studies, History & Astronomy at Tewkesbury School in Gloucestershire, UK. As well as writing & performing poetry, in his spare time he takes pictures of postboxes & plays Subbuteo (flick-to-kick table soccer) . He is married, with two stepchildren & a permanent puzzled expression while trying to look for things that were there just a moment ago. more »
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Sophie Goes To School
I let you go into the world,
launched with a kiss from my body's lips;
the cord was cut by alien hands,
and you were part of me no longer,
yet forever part of me.
I let you go in little ways,
to my parents, to the crèche,
to Sunday School, the nursery,
each painful - but not like today,
as I let you go once more,
a 5-year-old parody of an air hostess,
tripping across the tarmac square,
soaring up the schoolroom steps,
to that place where others will teach you
things that I have never known,