There’s yoghurt on my trousers.
There’s carrot stuck in my hair.
There’s spit up on my t-shirt
but I really just don’t care.
There are toys upon the table
and some more across the floor.
It’s unlikely there will be dinner ready
when my husband comes through the door.
My bank balance has taken a drop,
My hair could really do with a chop.
I need to pick up all of the things
that I forgot to get at the shop.
I haven’t been for a night out
in such a long, long time.
Don’t get me started on how drunk I get
on half a glass of wine.
But I do know that there was room on the broom for the cat,
and that the witch with the plait dropped her very tall hat.
I know about stick man and his home in the family tree,
And what the snail and the whale did out at sea.
I can tell you what makes my baby laugh,
and what to do when he cries.
I can tell you how he smacks his lips
and the exact colour of his eyes.
I can tell you how his giggle sounds
and how each hair falls upon his head.
I can explain the way his breathing sounds
as he sleeps the nights beside my bed.
I can tell you how I no longer care
about the bags beneath my eyes.
I don’t really care about my wobbly tummy
or my even wobblier thighs.
Sure it would be good to look
the way I used to do.
Sure it would be good to get out
and complete a run or two.
Sure it would be good to shower
and be able to close the door.
And sure it would be good to have
a sparkling kitchen floor.
But nothing will ever be as good
as the here, the now, the present.
He won’t stay a baby for very long
and that thought is quite unpleasant.
Not as unpleasant as it would be
to reach the age of ninety-three,
look back and say I did not see
the things my baby did for me;
Too busy looking at my hair,
too busy with my chores to care
that my baby boy was growing up
whilst I stood and re-washed every cup.
So though I sometimes look a mess,
and my house might not always look its best,
I know the way my baby smiles,
and that’s all that matters for the while.
There will be time, when he has grown,
to return to the figure that I once had known,
and to return to the way that I spent my time
Before I knew this boy of mine.
But for now, I know the way that my baby smiles
And that is all that matters for the while.
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