Can't believe this poem is over a year old... how time has... um... flown! :))

CUCKOO


The first time I left home,
I wrote "I love you"
in lipstick
on my daughter's mirror.

I put pillows down my side
of our six-foot bed
and teddies on his.

I scattered chocolates
over my son's duvet...


Now I leave home
every day:

I lie on deserted beaches
and project myself into
fathomless skies;

I stare down from the moon
and tune in to
the conversations
of camels.


The beds go unmade
and supper is always late -

This bird has flown!