He’s off to work

Bearing the weight of the bills

Her indoors

With twelve hours to fill

And up six times in the night, still

Each thinking that the other

Has struck the better deal

Casting up

And putting down

Petty remarks and resentments abound

So much more

To disagree about now

Negotiating lie-ins

That were once spent together

Taking turns

When one is under the weather

Tag-teaming

Ships in the night

That never-ending

Relay race

Passing the baton

For another hour

Right, it’s your turn

I’m off for a shower ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

But when all’s said and done

If I could choose anyone to

Navigate through

This parenthood

It would always

Be you

Eavesdropping and smiling

At the little chats you have

Remembering that actually

You’re a bloody good dad

But oh remember

That bloated adolescence of ours?

Carefree and easy

Doing nothing for hours

And of course, I wouldn’t change it

It’s better now we’ve him

I guess what I’m saying is

I miss you

A bit