Poem 1

Poem 1

Once, I never thought to check

beneath my feet for tiny fingers,

Lego or abandoned biscuits before

I set out to complete some task

left unfinished for the seventh time that morning.

Once, I successfully negotiated my

morning ablutions without a cheer-squad.

Once, I only held one person in my head,

and no one in my heart.

Now both are fuller than they can bear.