Michael Rosen came to our house.
He wasn’t visiting me but we met in the kitchen.
My arms were full of a two year old son and I was drowning.
He looked at me and asked how I was.
I said I loved having a baby,
but sometimes I thought I was losing my brain.
which was a shame, after all my education.
‘It’ll come back,’ he said.
Then I could remember that my mother’s brain had come back when my sister was 6.
It was true.
He saved my brain.
I wish I could say to him now, ‘It’ll come back.’