Eat child Eat

I remember the urging of my youth

Eat child Eat

Have little more meat

Eat child Eat

I remember the fears of my youth

We never thought we would grow you

Eat child Eat

I remember the concerns of my youth

You are too weak

Eat child Eat

I remember the joy of my youth

The day no one cried

Eat child Eat

I remember the occupation of my youth

When all I did was

Eat child Eat

And now I remember the food of my youth

All I intend to do is

Eat child EAT.

This poem hints at the kind of relationship I conduct with food.  As a child I was considered by all those I encountered, to be unusually small for my age.  That held belief is hard for many to comprehend on meeting myself today.  My family have always expressed concern at my eating habits, a practice which have always puzzled me as I was not a particularly a picky child.  They demands were always that I should consume what was placed before me, in an increasingly voracious manner.

For me food has always been important but I have had, in common with so many others, an ambiguous relationship with it.