The ‘I’m sorry’ poem

Alex Baker-Nurse - 17 Aug 17

I don’t mean to make you sleep deprived by waking every hour

I don’t mean to make you wiffy by not allowing you to shower

I know I scream blue murder if you go to leave the room

It’s only that I miss you and want you back here soon

I wasn’t really thinking when I rolled right off the couch

And we had to go to A&E to get my head checked out

I know that’s it’s annoying when you’re desperate for a wee

And you have to find a cubicle that’s big enough for me

I know that you could do without my tantrums in the car

And that it takes forever for us not to go that far

I’m sorry that I lose the plot each time you go upstairs

I worry that you won’t come back, just be thankful that I care

I’m sorry that my bum explodes as we are half way out the door

I’m sorry that we missed our train, why are you sobbing on the floor?

I know that’s it’s impossible to do the things that you once loved

Because every bit of your attention will never be enough

I’m sorry that I thrash around when you try to get me dressed

And you end up saying sweary words underneath your breath

I know I find it funny when I try to use the spoon

And the best part of my breakfast lands in the other room

I find it quite amusing when I pinch your baggy skin

Or hang onto your eyebrows and make you yell bad things

I know that there are times when you crave to have some space

But I never ever feel the same I just like staring at your face

But I also know despite all this you love me very much

And one day you will laugh out loud at all the things above

One day soon you’ll look at me and I’ll suddenly be big

And you’ll look back with nostalgia at the silly things I did

You won’t remember the annoying bits or how I drove you mad

You’ll reminisce about the good times and all the fun we had

Your memory will skip over the times I drove you crazy

The brain has a very clever way of making these things hazy

Your heart will melt a little when you recall my gummy smile

And how I’d fall asleep across your lap and stay like that a while

You’ll remember how it felt the first time you heard me giggle

And you’ll wish we could go back to when you were big and I was little

Alex Baker-Nurse

Work in London. Live in Whitstable. Usually ranting about the God awful commute or the perils of new motherhood. When not ranting or looking after a noisy small I can be found on the back of a temperamental ginger thoroughbred or wandering the streets with my camera.

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