Every Girls Dream (Part Two) Poem by joanne fenner

Lights go off, the candles get lit,
It’s just me and his charming quick wit.
My favourite songs play gently behind his voice,
My eyes fixate on his as if they have no choice.

He hushes his discussions and listens to mine,
His gazes make me feel that my words have froze time.
As I watch his lips take another sip of white,
I could not have imagined a more perfect night.

Suddenly the smell of socks fills the air,
I wake up from my nap covered in cat hair,
I rub my eyes and become aware,
I have the kids fish fingers to still prepare.

Sitting on his bum all day, is this all of man?
Or do some of them lend a hand?
Dishes stacked, washing put on,
Dinner sorted, then off to school I’m gone.

The same every night and every day,
And I swear I wouldn’t want my life any other way.