I watch him take several drags at a time

hang baby-grows on the line

take baby for a long drive,

I watch him wonder ‘Is it mine?’

and tie stars to a mobile with twine.


Whilst she eyes that baby shower wine

wonders if shut eyes are a crime

craves long lost time,

counting to teatime then bedtime,

each stolen bath, sublime.


Yet her cheeks still shine,

even if he’s been deceived by his hairline.



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MHK = The Milk of Human Kindness. For more information on what this project aims to achieve and how to submit, click here.