December Poems of the Month: Judy Dally and Louise Nicholas
Living with Mr D. by Judy Dally
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At 2am
or 4 pm
or sometimes
10pm
just after
we go to bed
he gets up
to make breakfast.
He asks me
“Do you want breakfast?”
And I say “No
It’s too soon.”
It’s just too soon.
2.
For some reason
his feet
don’t tuck under the sheets
so
night after night
I lift his feet into the bed
spread the sheet over his legs
and tuck him in.
Like a baby.
3.
When we sit
in a group of four
there are sometimes
just
three of us.
4.
On those nights
when he isn’t sure
what time it is
what’s going on
who he is
(maybe
who I am)
I lie in the bed
with my back to him
and make him hold me.