How did you get poo on your ear? And
how is it when we think you’re dreaming your
curious eyes share the truth. And why
is it when we dine, you wail until we stop for you
to repay our comfort with projectile vomit on you, on me, on daddy, on the sofa, the floor, the cushions
and my dinner plate.
Your hands raise above your head;
this is the way to sleep and
this is the way you snore and
this is the way you will then wave your shark fin hand to tell me
it’s feeding time again.
I love you because you remind me of a man
who farts and smiles just like you and wraps yourself in
my old cardigan as if it was me cuddling you. And you both
drive me crazy to frustration but make me smile with one look