Coco pops

I take him out for a walk
He's distant, but he's noticing the bees out working
Not said a word to a soul yet
I love him, but he's hard work

I feed him
Milk and muesli for roughage; he'll eat it
Facsimile just enough of coco pops
And now we'll see how long he sits
In front of his screen
I love him, but he forgets it

I watch him work
Toeing lines; I'm proud
He paid for those shoes he wears
But down corridors, he's intimidating
In speed, he gives away
The temper that he's learnt to shush
I love him, but he will drag us into trouble

I put him into his pyjamas
He says he's not tired
But his baby-eyes look bruised
And all his conclusions are wrong

Sometimes
I don't know what to do with him
But when he sleeps, he does sleep
I love him, and he’s free to love back