I’d like him to enjoy anything
as much as I like a Pringle in my mouth.
I’d like him to know where his food comes from.
I’d like him to have a relationship with outside
and a relationship with inside.
I want him to see people
enjoying doing things for the sake of it,
rather than hunting an end goal.
I want him to have a nose for questions.
I want him to know
that sometimes when we walked in the woods
with him on my chest in a sling,
and I needed to find a bush to have a wee,
I always made sure I didn’t hit his socks.
I want him to know that being weird is fine,
as long as you’re not hurting anyone.
© Carl Burkitt 2021