A hazy prom night memory
That drifts past on those June time winds
As sweet sixteens shuffle up for photographs
In front of limos, arms around a girlfriend who
Will be forgotten in two years, but now
This night is all we have. The music loud,
Thump-thumping as we enter jazzed up gyms,
Once filled with scents of sweat, instead
We are all blinded with the disco lights
And arches of balloons, the sneaked in vodka
Already warming up our youngster veins.
We will remember this for life, this love,
We’ll find the Polaroids in kitchen drawers
And reminisce in thirty years, when youth is gone,
But still that dress hangs in my room
A daughter will want to wear it soon.
Our school were having their leavers’ prom last night, and before I left I popped my head into the hall to see what it looked like. It was so beautiful it actually took my breath away.
Noah left school last year and the school decided not to hold the prom because of COVID. It made me so sad that he was missing out on something that feels like a rite of passage. I was desperate to be the proud mother, waving him off as he got into his limo in a smart tuxedo.
We are lucky in this country that we have sixth form college after school and this means that he will get another opportunity to attend a prom next summer (so I will also get my moment).
It also made me think back to my own prom. I left school 21 years ago so the idea of a prom was still pretty new in England. I remember it being very exciting that we got to dress up and dance the night away at the Hilton Hotel no less.
But it was probably the house party afterwards that was most memorable. About half the year were in attendance and everyone was drinking so it got pretty messy. I seem to remember someone being sick out of the upstairs window.
I hope that the kids at the prom last night had a blast and that they will have fond memories of dancing to Love Shack and being sick in their friend’s mum’s flower bed. It has to be done, doesn’t it?