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