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This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin (Don't Google it!)

With some reticence I must share with you all a thought. A seemingly innocuous phrase – one that I both use and hear with predictable regularity – has taken a new, possibly sinister, turn of late.

“When the baby comes.”

I am not entirely certain what it is about the expression that chills me, but increasingly it resembles an ominous message dripping with menace.

“Things will be different... When the baby comes.”

“Are you all set for... When the baby comes?”

“How do you think that Henry will react... When the baby comes?”

I am staring to think that this young person who enters our home will present itself like Heathcliff the foundling, think of all the joy that he bought to Wuthering Heights!

That said, I always like the support the underdog, and I am the youngest of two in my family, so I could well pick this one as my favourite.

I just hope that it is not a dud. Or bald. And I'd like it just a tad more quiet than Henry please.

But damn it, you can't yet tick these things of when you place your order (yet). Time will out, and with just nine weeks left on the clock I guess we won’t really know until when the baby comes.

Comments

Dan said…
Wow the light is just fantastic! Great colors. Meanwhile, around here the temps are over 90f and humidity is well over 80%
Dina said…
Golden light and trees.
Here in Israel many are in the habit of saying ". . . when the Messiah come." Messiah, baby, same thing, no?
Kris McCracken said…
Although the last couple of days have been a little warmer, most mornings have been around five or six degrees as I arrive in town in the morning.

Dina, I'm not sure whether the new baby will be the new Messiah. Perhaps, but that will upset Henry!

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