Brushing my teeth, the bin overflowing with nappies
He and I have taken to separate beds, separate rooms to preserve our energy,
Just now the baby at my breast as I make epic plans
For a trip to the hair salon to hide my greys
That he says he loves
I cannot reconcile those grey hairs with that baby at my breast
Suckling baby, you tell me that I am youth, I am life
Giver of life,
One of such potency surely cannot also be mortal?
Yet, I am marching in step with time
and away from you.