deviousways

Really, I don't mind you humming as I walk past Do it loudly enough. Show me you've got the guts. Don't sidle by if I turn to look. Being appreciative is okay in my book. Except, you're not well-intentioned, are you? For I'm just a body To be leched at Who cares if I'm someone's wife Daughter, or mother? It's not like you're a hormonal teen Struggling with too much testosterone You look to be in your late-forties. So you're someone's dad, And a woman's husband. A woman like me. But there, standing with your chums I feel you look me up and down I hear you snigger to your pals. And yet, you turn away, when I look at you. Crowds give you courage, I'm guessing. By yourself, there wouldn't be a whimper Would there? If a group of louts heckled and hissed at your daughter?

Little man was at the very edge of the sofa. He was balancing himself, doing something intricate, some elaborate game that only nearly-five-year-olds can think up. Naturally, my first thought was he'll fall over and hurt his head. "What are you doing," I said, not shrieking exactly, but louder than I normally am. "Being upside down," he replied, very, matter of fact. And twinkled at me, as if to say "there, there". I had to laugh. At myself, mostly. And just from the sheer joy of seeing our little boy doing something so naughty, so normal. He's been sick, you see, for the past five days. Something triggered an asthma attack in him. It started with him coughing a little and rapidly got so bad, till we could count the minutes he wasn't coughing. Doctors say children cough like this because their bodies are not getting enough oxygen. He would cough and cough, clutch his throat, say he couldn't breathe. The cough wouldn't let him ...