Twin Children

(For Dignified)

Writing is the first wife it gives birth to twins every night and they cry there wails come in stanzas

I cuddle them in my arms
and feed them on tablets
I sing them a lullaby
but they refuse to

Sleep

They add a chorus to my song
a symphony that wakes the neighbours
to the quiet noise

I hand them over to their godmothers Huge cherubims with wings like doves, wings the size of love

And they fall asleep

Leaving me awake

dejected

cold

without a woman by my side