Baby, Poem

Poem // An Ode to Poo

Pre-baby, a mere mention Would always make me cringe: “Why do people discuss it? Are they all unhinged?” But now that I’m a parent Poo is on the brain. Not literally, I hasten to add It’s more a mental stain. Does she poo enough? Does she poo too little? Should I be this concerned? Or rather noncommittal? Is there a right size? Is it the correct shade? Is the consistency thick enough? Am I about to be hit by a nappy grenade? And that’s not all to worry  ...

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