ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC

I don’t want to see tubes coming out of your nose; or your face lacking cheeks coloured in rose.

I don’t want to see wires attached to your skin; nor your arms stretched out so thin.

I want to tell you off for trespassin’; I want to see you read Carl Hiaasen.

Or, shout at you for hiding your homework; watch you frustrated shouting berserk.

I want all your worries, testing times; problematic homework, and accidental crimes.

I want to learn alongside you; watch you grow strong as a Sky Blue.

We should be together, I apologise; when you’re older you’ll realise.

Wise as it is, life ain’t simple; especially seeing your still simple.

Finally, I believe we shall laugh together; walk on hills whatever the weather.

Those tubes and the fear can’t last; hope you recover ever so fast.