Image: Rich Howman
Carrying you over the threshold was so good.
After so long being with you was all I had imagined.
The joy of our union flowed into the days and weeks that followed.
Soon there was the excitement of a child.
The preparation on becoming a family
Full of expectation we leapt into parenthood.
But sleepless nights came as a shock
The child didn’t like to sleep as his parents did.
Tension grew fuelled by disruption
We became faces to negotiate with
Your turn, my turn, I need rest.
The troubled child dictated so much
Shifts and early mornings.
The joy of our union shifted out the door.
Child grew but remained troubled
We didn’t help, our dysfunctionality
Exacerbated a dangerous situation.
You crossed the threshold a last time
This time of your accord
Left me to pick up the pieces.
The child looked at me in astonishment
Little comprehension that behind it all
It had played a significant part
Aided by our own false perceptions.
I repainted the threshold
Took away all memories of the day so long ago
Now I have you again
Locked inside, always with me.