Wearing it like a medal

He’s watching me from behind a tree that’s grown there like he has.

Grown out of nappies, into training pants and on into independent walking, he had a few wobbles but not that’s behind him. He can run now but today he has to move. And like the trees he has climbed he’s looking back for his mum who has to leave his baby memories behind and grasp his future. Wearing it like a medal around her neck.