Sleepless nights, changing nappies, sleep deprivation;
the introduction to family relations.
The first few nights, he takes his turn-before you know it-
the only turn he takes is to turn over in bed
She feeds the wean-he snores and farts;
somehow he’s acquired the knack
of being asleep at half past three,
except if he feels the need to pee.
In these days of equal rights,
all I remember are the fights;
resentment as he feigns a slumber,
as I fantasised committing murder.
One stormy night, he came home drunk;
his glasses blown under the wheels of a taxi.
As I claimed the insurance I stopped to ponder;
wishing that he had also gone under.
Some may find this admission surprising;
at the time I was shocked at my fantasising,
of this man falling under the wheels of a car.
But believe me, he always went too far.
Time has allowed to me forgive, not forget;
the years have passed, and now I’ve met
a wonderful guy who is steady and fair.
When I need him, he’s always there.