My Partner in Poo!
(I love you I do…)
“I take thee for richer, for poorer”, we said.
“For better for worse, in sickness, in health”
And while we meant all of these things on the day,
In hindsight, there’s probably more we should say.
“I’ll love you alone, while it’s just me and you,
Deeply and truly, as lovers should do,
But things might change slightly when two becomes three
And yet I’ll still love you, though it might be slightly
Different and strained as we sail through the seas
Of babies and nappies and purees and puke,
Of Peekaboo, nap-times and lego and books.
And then we realise three shall be four
I’ll still try to love you as much as before.
For while there’s less dinners and cinema dates,
Less romance and movies and less use of good plates,
Every so often, I’ll catch a brief glimpse
Of the Man that I married, and I’ll smile as you wink
I’ll love you in darkness, in fevers, in tears
And teething and pain and in each passing year.
I’ll love you in cuddles and memories and fun
In sneaky embraces and slaps on the bum
As we meet in the kitchen in the middle of night.
And when I watch you swinging our girls way up high.
When you’re loving our girls, I love you the most,
When you’re covered in poo, or you’ve not cut their toast
The right way, or you’ve left all the dishes and mess
To build them a fort or put Hulk in a dress.
When I see you exhausted, yet hugging them tight,
When you get up to cuddle or sooth in the night,
When you smile at them both, I can’t help but stare
At the husband that I never thought I could share,
But happily do with our two little girls,
Who weren’t in our mind as we took all those vows,
I know that you love me when I hear them call Daddy
And I’ll share all that love with our Princesses gladly.
So while we still love and while we’re still “us”,
With kids there isn’t so much time for the fuss
Or the dates or attention or time that we had,
But that doesn’t mean our love’s old or is bad.
It’s different and shared, but the spark is still there,
It’s just covered in pink stuff and snot in our hair,
And sometimes we’re knackered or covered in poo
But I still love you as much as when I said “I do”.