Invisible parent

I love the way they care about nothing

Except

The soft running of sand 

And the digging of holes 

They are simply there,

In the book! 

On the swing!  

In the finding and the fitting of each piece of lego!

I suppose  

I’ve got one of those

Inside of me;

sticky face,

Permanently grazed knees,

always

getting into mischief.

But what I really remember is 

The loneliness

of waking up

In wet pyjamas.