Sometimes we don’t even have time to say a word to each other,
Don’t look at each other before we must attend to this or that,
The fight or the nappy change or the insulin.
And then after they sleep we each have our uphill journey to continue with.
Music, writing, these dreams,
we pull them up after us.
Courage mon mari, il faut continuer.
If we ever stopped trying,
I don’t know what we’d do.
#38
elisabeth pike 