They don’t know how many times
we tap their door open,
check they breathe,
check their foreheads,
sigh with relief,
they haven’t strangled
haven’t drowned in their spittle.
We’ve chased the cat away,
retrieved their bottle or binkie,
rinsed it clean of fur and let them suckle,
checked their diedi, thankful its dry,
and find their cheek smooth,
feel the clasp of their fingers,
find the moon of their lashes dainty.
When they howl with anger
when trapped in crib
or beg for a drink of water
time and time again,
or drop their bottle for us to fetch
or rub their eyes and tell the truth
whine “I’m scared”.
How do we answer, so are we?
So are we.