My head often aches in the morning these days
as I rise early for coffee and solitude before
dawn and its persistent nibbling away.
My first cup cooled and quaffed, she awakens,
blesses me with a bleary-eyed smile, starts
another cup, packs my lunch against the day.
I change his soggy overnight diaper, coo and tickle
him into the innocent belly laughing of his age,
join him there as he toddles into her arms.
When neither can see, I press my index fingers
into the sides of my skull and curse
Tuck Magazine - February 2013