My hand

i see him cradle his head
inside the palm of my hand
it seems to bring comfort
this cushioning, maternal protection

i see him and my heart wells up
with love but also with sadness
that i don't have multiples of these hands
all of them dexterous and able

able to juggle the multitudes I contain
love but also ambition
nurture but also desire
to be more, much more

i wait a split second
then pull my hand away gently
to finish typing that urgent message.
my son must learn to live without 

I stopped making chai

i stopped making chai
it bored me to bits
I wasn't even good
somewhat unfit

i didn't even drink it
'twas only for him
oh he can manage -
fulfil his own whims

we are two people
with very busy lives
prioritise we must
our very separate drives

little did i know
that it would matter
'tween individualism, love
at times choose the latter

the language of love
is made up of these
little overtures and acts
you'd do well not to cease

not cease to perform
these tiny little things
they are the fertile ground
from which love springs

The Monkey loves to jump!

there was a tree
with a monkey
the monkey was as naughty
as naughty can be

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

he jumped so high
his head hit the sky
he rubbed it hard
and started to cry

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

then mamma said
o son of mine
i told u so
now don't come crying
you did not listen
now you hurt yourself
just promise me this
no jumping next time

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

oh mamma oh no
no promise this way
i love to jump
some hurt is okay
i might cry then
but i love to jump more
i love to jump so
from my very very core

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

oh son of mine
you are very very odd
your disregard for safety
i dont applaud

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

but i learn so much
everytime i jump
the scenery around
how my own heart pumps
adventurous am i
curious too
and that is why i won't
listen to you

chorus:
dadum dadum dadum
the monkey loves to jump

I feel like I have shrunk

I feel like I have shrunk
Into a list of tasks
Perhaps in hibernation
If anyone asks

On retreat from the world
My voice is squeezed shut
By the hands at my throat
By the lockdown rut

And I don't speak often
Thinking of those with much less
I have everything for survival
and more, I must confess

There are moments of joy
When the kid goes dancing around
Round and round he goes
spending his energy abound

When AA & I
Are in step like synchronised dancers
(Though it doesn't take long
For us to morph into lancers)

We are doing fine
In our little post-apocalypse unit
Nourishing our bodies, our relationships
Keeping ourselves fighting fit

To celebrate another day
To create another day
When things become 'normal'
Or get in the normal way