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.