#53

He screams in his high chair,
sends the broccoli rolling onto the floor,
says no to his drink, the banana.
So I pick him up out of his chair,
wash his hands, his face
and hold him to me as we walk upstairs.
Up there, he is a different boy,
quiet and happy.
I run him a bath and his splashes and talks by himself,
Enjoys a bit of time
without the other two for once.

Published by lizpike

Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.

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