Imitating B Wearing My Leggings, And A Piece Of Pink Felt (12th June 2024)

 

Draped in leggings ten sizes too big

With felt cupped around the face of

A preschooler who has four whole years

Four whole long, but short years

Acknowledging the cliché, I ask

Where does the time go?

We used to get through the days

Operating one nap cycle at a time

Now the day is split into

Before and after L’s siesta

Soon that will be non-existent

And we’ll exist

Taking things one day at a time

Until the analogue timepiece ticks by

And we’ll function on a longer limit.

 

It feels like it has taken me four years

To accept the role and responsibility

Of being a mother to two small beings

Who become less small every time

The clock resets and our eyes reopen

Nothing prepares you for this

And you have to find your own way

To deal with your new duties

And become who you thought

You might never be.