Dear Connor,
I sometimes sit and wonder just how different life would be
if the Gods had made you the “standard” of what a young man should be.
I wonder if you’d be out all day, playing with your friends.
Or chatting up the girls and driving our Mum round the bend!
Would you have a silly haircut just to fit the mould?
Or would you be eclectic – Someone free inside their soul.
I wonder if you’d live at home but spend all day down the gym.
Or would you be more like me and go off travellin’?
I wonder if we’d sit up late and put the world to rights.
Or if you’d have a job somewhere that kept you away at night.
Maybe you’d be a fireman, maybe you’d drive a cab.
Or would you be a bricky and build houses like our Dad.
I wonder how you’d talk to me and what it is you’d say.
Maybe we wouldn’t speak at all or would we talk all day?
I wonder if you’d be proud of all the choices I have made.
I wonder if you were different how could I end up the same?
There is a certain heartbreak when I think of all these things.
These questions keep me up at night, these sombre wonderings…
But the question I don’t have to ask because I know for sure,
is that you are perfection. I love you just the way you are.
x x x
