A tipsy, tidy pause
I take my new clothes, bold hair
and my newly mastered contact lenses
off to Edinburgh.
To The Royal College of Surgeons
for a short ceremony with Matt and Alicia's personal vows.
Then a celidih and a disco,
only two songs I know the words to,
but I dance and dance
and flirt and dance
and enjoy my friends, my husband
and my newfound confidence.
I miss my boy
but revel in reclaiming womanhood.
No carrot crusted hair
no yoghurt smudges on my dress
no ketchup scumbled on my cheek.
Woman, not mother, for a weekend.
A tipsy, tidy pause.