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