I laid my sons in sleeping suits,
they woke in surfing gear.
I fed them gently at my breast,
they raised a pint, said “Cheers.”
I laid my daughter in a shawl,
she woke up in a bra.
I helped her climb upon the bus;
she drove back in a car.
At twenty-seven I stepped out,
so proud to be a mum.
I shopped, and went back home to find
that I was sixty-one.