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My companion

The chaos of looking after a baby –
At nought, never more than six inches apart,
He swapped his real umbilical cord for a length of imaginary elastic
And the silence of the womb for a voice pitched to exert maximum pressure
That fractured my concentration,
Drove me to action.

Never at full throttle, I slept when he slept,
Woke when he woke, comforted when he cried and enthused when he sparkled,
Pointing out the world to a silent listener,
Carrying my companion even in my mind.

Looking after a baby – 24/7 commitment, never getting to go at your own speed

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