Bikini body, youthful skin,
The days when people called me thin,
Some time for me, just me alone,
A tidy car, a pristine home,
I've lost romantic inclinations,
Tickets, car keys, invitations,
Time to have a cup of tea,
Or use the loo spectator-free,
The days I'd sit on my settee
In PJs, watching bad TV
The chance to have a proper chat,
Without "Not now!" and "Don't do that!"
The willingness to stay out late,
(My bedtime now is half past eight,)
All energy of any kind,
My patience, temper, and my mind,
That emptiness inside my soul,
The feeling that I wasn't whole.
Impatience for my life to start,
That missing piece within my heart,
So when I think of what I've won,
A precious daughter, precious son,
It seems like such a little cost,
To lose the things that I have lost.