Part time parent.

 

Don’t tell my children

But

 

After they’ve been driven off

 

After we have all been

terribly brave

and grown-up

 

After the hugging

and the waving

and the shouting

 

We change into little mice

and scuttle inside.

 

We hold each others paws

because

We are lonely.

 

We huddle in corners

in case

our feet

make too much noise.

 

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