“I want a Daddy” you shout at the top of your voice The tidy looking woman next to us pretends not to hear Sipping her double latte wishing she’d not sat so near How you gonna deal with that one She must be wondering I’ll show you I think to myself “Why don’t I have a Daddy, Buy me one” you continue And I remember quickly back To the book I made for you. I’ve memorised the lines To use in these times “I really wanted to have a baby,” I say “I didn’t meet the right man To be your Daddy So I went to a clinic which is a bit like a hospital And they said they could Help me”. You look at me intently listening to each word “There is a way to have children Without needing to find the right person. So that’s what I did. They helped me have a baby And that baby was you”. That was the abbreviated version Just to calm you momentarily Although now I wish I’d gone into more detail And included the words Sperm and Egg and Donor in a loud voice Just so I could’ve see the tidy woman’s reaction. “I love you Mummy” you shout “I didn’t want a Daddy anyway” You say That’s how I deal with that one, tidy woman, I think. Fast forward a year and a half We’re at a friends house “Where’s your Daddy?” Your friend’s sister asks For a second I look at you to check Your reaction Then I step in and repeat our story And the friend’s sister listens, taking it all in. You look at me And with our eyes we have a conversation While we carry on eating our tea. We check each other’s reactions We know we’re both just fine These conversations will keep happening From time to time So it’s good to practise and know what to say We finish our baked potato And you all go off and play.
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