He came down the stairs
In jeans and a smart t-shirt
I’d almost forgotten
What outdoor clothes looked like
Didn’t we live in
Loungewear and PJs?
“Date night!” he exclaims!
And I clap in delight.
Such a thing, to be treated like this
To be given thought and attention
To be dressed up for
With nowhere to go.
So I snuck upstairs
And shucked my shameful shorts and vest
And found the stretchy dress
Forgiving to my figure
Of which I’m not ashamed,
Not at all,
But I knew the look I was going for
And I dug out my favourite earrings
And I tucked my protesting hair back
Into a half-up, half-down
And sauntered back downstairs
Hovering in the doorway
“Isn’t mummy pretty?”
He says to the star-eyed toddler
She’s more interested in the bricks
And that’s okay.
Date night never really happened.
All dressed up, and somewhere to stay
But the toddler got cranky and then poorly
So, the carefully crafted culinary treats
Dried out in the oven
And the stretchy dress
Helped in dashing up and down the stairs
The mountain climb of hope and healing
For our wee baby.