On one of the first days of the summer holidays we visited our local castle and I watched a little boy running with joy over the grass. He tripped over his own feet and fell sprawling. It was soft green grass and he didn’t hurt himself but he stayed face down hoping someone would notice and come to his aid. He lifted his head, looked around and called to his mother, but she was busy reading out one of the information panels to her other kids.
Eventually, he sat up and bent forward
when you are three
sometimes to make it better
you must kiss your own knee