Walking to School

I watch the children walk to school
With parents at their sides,
Engaged in conversation
As they march with matching strides.

But when those offspring say goodbye
And leave their parents’ realm,
They step into a world with
Someone different at the helm.

They’ll be exposed to rules and thoughts
Unlike the ones they know,
Contributing to who they’ll be
As they mature and grow.

That morning walk is bittersweet
For it’s the very start
Of heading towards the future
When their paths will have to part.