Freedom

I sit drinking percolated coffee as you nap

wistfully recalling Melbourne brunches

replete with hipster brews;

leisurely, hungover sometimes.

Breastfeeding prevents alcohol prevents hangovers.

Sleepless now from your waking, not late night comedy.

I’m thankful now for my freedom then.

I waited, living myself first, so I could love you without regrets.

Freedom to plan, a privilege not all have

for which I am mindful and thankful.

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