The mystery always begins

With being told it’s time for bed

Just as the theme tune to

Take if the unexpected begins.

So the only option is to creep downstairs

Avoiding the creaky floorboards as you do

To watch the tv show which captivates you

Through the narrow crack in the door that

Your mum uses to listen out for your footfalls.

You rarely get caught but...

You just have to watch that show

Waking up super early on a Saturday morning

Of your own volition

To watch Saturday morning children’s TV

Although waking up that early in the week is a myth

An annoyance adults inflict on children

Just so they don’t have to suffer alone

When they rise for work.

How little we know.

That famous sentence uttered by many a child.

When I grow up I’ll always stay up late.

A statement you wish you could live up to

But struggle to enact.

The fervent exclamations of childhood

The games

The love

The wanderlust of being alive and if simply being.

We must never lose that inner child

The innocence

The truth speaker

The kindness that dwells naturally within.

To the adult you have become

Shake that child awake with a vigorous activity.

Abseiling. Rock climbing.

Going to the fair.

But something that shook your senses as a child and made you present and aware

Of all the wonderful things you wished to accomplish.

We built an igloo one winter and

Marvelled at the fact that somewhere in this world,

Someone had the joy of living like this at some point.

Be the child still.

Capture the heart of your inner child

And fall in love with yourself.

Rekindling those embers and stocking the flames