I love thee to the depth and strength and quantity
My cup can reach, when feeling slow and ranty
Give me full fat cap or whatever’s going.
I love thee to the level of my toddler’s
Loudest need; pass me the coffee, stat!
I love thee freely, as I sit through Postman Pat.
I love thee purely, as toddler turns banshee.
I love thee with the passion once saved
For under the covers, and with first-time-mum hope…
I love thee for without you I am weak
For the day ahead. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears of all my parenting days; and if the Toddler requires,
I shall but love thee better with Baileys…
…or with cake.