Needy as a newborn, you are
insatiable. I set my alarm
for two-hourly feeds,
am catapulted awake by your clamouring.
We share a bed. It’s the only solution.
You are pacified by sucking on my little finger between feeds.
I sing lullabies on a loop. Rock a Bye Baby
is an earworm worse than tinnitus.
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You have a death wish.
Bath water, hob controls, the knife block—
cautionary tales.
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Outdoors is a nightmare! Wasps and nettles
aren’t the only stingers. The garden shed
is strictly out of bounds with its spikes and blades,
to say nothing of those pretty blue pellets.
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How you love playing games:
Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare, Forfeits
and Chicken. I lose count of the number of times
I rescue you from the path of an oncoming juggernaut.
