You walk like you are Mr Steps Freely,
the inventor of walking.
Hips roll, knees bend, shin bones
point to the mountains
and toes curl like like Quavers.
I will never stand in your way.
You shovel Veggie Sticks into your mouth
as if your face needs a friend.
There will be a day you look back at us
unsure if we’ll stand in your way.

© Carl Burkitt 2021