Canto CCXXXI

Next time we head into this hospital
will be the day it all comes to a head,
when you go from the warm den, to portal,

to ever doting, archetype Godhead.
I will keep on in my usual role—
utterer of “yes dear”s by the bed;

the spare, spare tire; another hand to hold.
These are the last days of our coupledom,
the twilight of our cosy twosome world,

our Christian names traded for Dad and Mum.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 18, 2012 @ 00:10:57

    “the twilight of our cosy twosome world”
    The end of an era.
    With a name like Dad…you’ll never be cool and ironic again. 😦 😦

    Reply

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