

Honey,
Allow me make the following promises,
That when I’m alive will form part of my weaknesses.
Allow me spell them out aloud.
Look at this picture,
This is a bedroom,
Here will be your mum’s photograph,
And on the far right it’ll be my own working graph.
When the kitchen is available,
I’ll host the spoons and plates,
I’ll dry the tops and shelves,
I’ll watch you cook.
And when dawn comes,
I’ll take away the curtain,
I’ll sweep around,
Then wait for tea.
In the next nine months,
We’ll have a beautiful baby,
I’ll take her out at night,
And you’ll nurse her by day.
I’ve made marks,
I’ve drawn the lines,
I’ll stay by them,
Like an anthem.