Cherry Coombe on What Comes Next?

And after birth (the hardest labour) our young cling on to toughening nipples, our bodies bagged by all our greatest loves have fed on formerly; we stagger, hot eyed, tear stained, raged with love and one day - and although the slog seems interminable - the past is shortened to a day - they leave - later knowing only how to explain how we often failed, a grief (theirs) left, engraved in our faces, lined with love. While casanova, John or Dick gets on with spreading seed, golf, cracking jokes and coming home in need - loved equally by our invisible souls, shrouded in being only half a seed.