NaPoWriMo day twenty five. Here is poem number twenty four, it’s called New Baby…
Once they were a couple
who stayed out late and drank in bars
when the mood took them.
Once they slept late and whiled away weekends
pursuing hobbies that gave them pleasure enough.
Now they are parents.
Late nights are the time for feeding
and listening out for snuffles and tears.
Mornings are early and pleasure comes in the shape
of a small bundle lying helpless in their arms.
They talk of those days of couple-dom with fondness.
Yes it was fun but this, this is real
Once they were a couple,
now they are a family.