She has the children asleep now
and the rest of the night is hers;
her husband is on his night shift,
so she'll have the bed to herself
unless one of the kids wake up
and climb in the bed beside her,
as they do when their dad's away.
Nothing on the TV to please,
so she plays one or two LPs
and sits in the armchair to muse,
as the music touches her ears.
They used to dance to this music
at the youth club, no longer there.
She sips a gin and lemonade
and has her final cigarette,
and thinks of life, without regret.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
She has the children asleep now
and the rest of the night is hers;
her husband is on his night shift,
so she'll have the bed to herself
unless one of the kids wake up
and climb in the bed beside her,
as they do when their dad's away.
Nothing on the TV to please,
so she plays one or two LPs
and sits in the armchair to muse,
as the music touches her ears.
They used to dance to this music
at the youth club, no longer there.
She sips a gin and lemonade
and has her final cigarette,
and thinks of life, without regret.
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