“Am I doing this right?”
He cries, his eyes wide in wonder.
“Am I doing this right?”
She’ll ask as her newborn son comes around.
“Am I doing this right?”
But those are not his first words.
“Am I doing this right?”
And her camera clicks his first steps.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Welcome!” replies the gates of nursery.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Apple!” chimes the pictured flashcards.
“Am I doing this right?”
The naughty step just shrugs.
“Am I doing this right?”
The seesaw has such a nice view.
“Am I doing this right?”
And his mirror displays his bookbag.
“Am I doing this right?”
Year 4, he decides, is not so bad.
“Am I doing this right?”
Tears at the leaver’s assembly.
“Am I doing this right?”
He’ll look back on primary school and laugh.
“Am I doing this right?”
Being a teenager isn’t that scary.
“Am I doing this right?”
Nevermind.
“Am I doing this right?”
Just needs to get through his GCSEs.
“Am I doing this right?”
Then it’s over; he has passed.
“Am I doing this right?”
It’s the first day of work, poor guy.
“Am I doing this right?”
But the paycheck is lovely; that much is true.
“Am I doing this right?”
Promotions and party outings.
“Am I doing this right?”
“One day, we’ll give this all to you.”
“Am I doing this right?”
His cheeks are burning pink at the sight of her.
“Am I doing this right?”
She smiles and waves, ‘You’re cute!’
“Am I doing this right?”
One date turns into moving in…
“Am I doing this right?”
And moving in turns into ‘I do.’
“Am I doing this right?”
The cribs are all so fancy.
“Am I doing this right?”
The nursery needs a repaint: blue.
“Am I doing this right?”
“I think my water’s broke!’
“Am I doing this right?”
“Oh, he looks just like you..”
“Am I doing this right?”
Baby grows into a toddler.
“Am I doing this right?”
Toddler blurs into a kid.
“Am I doing this right?”
Soon, he’s face to face with an adult.
“Am I doing this right?”
Then he’s buying his granddaughter a bib.
“Am I doing this right?”
Back pains and grey hairs.
“Am I doing this right?”
His wife’s still here, through and through.
“Am I doing this right?”
He asks on his deathbed.
“Am I doing this right?”
Maybe he’ll just close his eyes.
For a minute, or a few.
And no one ever answered him.
Not even when “Rest in Peace to you.’
Because deep down, the people he asked,
They’re all just wondering it too.
Leave a Reply