Espresso in hand
Taking time out
A moment unplanned
Feeling slightly grown up
Spreading my wings
Reading papers, relaxing
All those adult things
Amazingly easy to forget who you are
When you ferry kids endlessly by car
Strangely simply to stop being you
When every minute there's a chore to do
Complacent, complicit, in my demise
Lost who I am when I wear this disguise
Doubting, daunted, by what lies ahead
May be I should just be in the now instead
My cup's drained
Only tide marks remain
Was lovely to feel
Vaguely human again
All it needed
Was the news and coffee
Then I stop being 'Dad'
And start being Three
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