In the middle of the night
When time pretends to move
forward half heartedly
He starts coughing
Like a flash I'm up
Super Dad pushing sleep away
Pretending not to care about
My precious share of reversible mortality
I kiss his slightly salty cheek
And stroke his sore tummy
His sleepy eyes flicker open
As he whispers holding my gaze
'I want mommy'
'Of course' I smile sensibly
(traitor! I add silently)
And relinquish my privileged spot
For his gentle mother
Who looks effortlessly beautiful
In her whispery pink fleece jumper
As those two parts of his whole
Sleep in pleasant company
Super dad is banished
to the other end of the bed (world)
Where he plots silently in the dark
Against this boy, this son
Who like any other
Chooses
His mother for comfort
And his father
For fun
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