Nothing Like It

There’s nothing like waking to a screaming baby,
The same one who says your name with delight,
Or crawls over to you to speak some gibberish,
Or who sits in your lap to break wind,  mid-play.
Your whole body springs to life, ears splitting,
And you want to be annoyed, except for that time,
You know, when she ran to you for comfort,
Or tried to share get crackers and water,
Or sang along to your favourite song, the first one she loved.
There’s nothing like any of it,
And that makes it okay.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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