A long time ago

Paula listened to REM’s Everybody Hurts on the work radio

the lyric cut her chest open like a sharp hunting knife

and a wild cat storm of tears found their escape

I let her cry

She kept the baby

lost her job

lost her life

but lived to feel another day.


Some time back now

I drove by a dead cat on a road

blood streaked eyes stared blankly

then, the head lifted

and the eyes glared at me

I drove on.


This week

my son is sick so gets extra

cuddles and chicken soup

my daughter wants time

alone with Mummy

because her brother can be annoying

we eat cake at the coffee shop and giggle over iced chocolate

I do what I can.