Parenting

Milk for adults .

Sudocreme for ouchies.

Almond milk/ unclogged arteries,

Fish to avoid meat šŸ‘

Chicken- not battery!

Meat for a treatšŸ˜‹

Spinach to get your greens

Onions – for everything.

Yoghurt – no added sugars!!

Pampers for dry nights.

Washing pods to fill the lines.

Kitchen wipes to kill bacterial signs.

Baby wipes for a gentle clean.

No more tantrum wipes- my next invention.

She sleeps,

Without tension.

12.5Kgs resting.

Toddler sighs in another declension.

Sleeping,

Breathing,

Small moves.

Crushing Baby Babog underneath.

While

I list

And list

And list.

Unwritten articles

Fuzzy photos

Rejected stories

Failed interviews

Eye contact cringe

Unfolded washing

Wet washing

Unanswered mails

Forgotten friends

Lost thoughts

Unthought thoughts

The stranger in the dark

The tiger at the door

The lion in the wardrobe.

The ouchies

Future lone traveling

Kidnappers

School bullies

Unknown dangers

Known danger

Unknown known dangers

Known unknown dangers…

A spiraling gyre of fear threatens all.

But lying here,

In the bed beside her cot,

I hear her gentle breaths.

She sleeps.

I should be elsewhere. Folding and packing, typing and thinking, cooking and critiquing.

Her even breathing quells an inadequacy that has been rising for days.

I listen

And listen

And listen.

And rest.

But pausing, I wonder what will halt this fear when she is grown up and gone away.

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Moon Dust in your Face

 

I lift you to my face

And you leave behind the faintest trace

Remnants of another time, another universe, another place.

 

I settle you on our bed

And in you see the faintest thread

Dust woven from stars and moons into a history of saids and un-saids.

 

I rest your head in my hand

And lay you chin against my lifeline,

My palm, your cheek and eye resting flush with its broken rejoin.

 

I lift you to the sky

And watch all those other moons fly by

Spinning galaxies of stars reflecting your helix, your eyes, your smile, your cry,

All bound in you with the touch of a never-ending tie.

 

-For baby Clara who has brought about the undoing of us all!

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