Brushing my teeth, the bin overflowing with nappies

He and I have taken to separate beds, separate rooms to preserve our energy,

Our sanity

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.

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