This poem is basically Sherlock to the rescue out of a “Red-out” that can happen to some mothers with some babies and some husbands. One of those situations they do not prepare you for among all these caramel-coated pictures of Motherhood mostly involving green grass, Mother’s shiny curls and baby’s shining smile.
I am not saying these do not happen in real life. I am just saying that red-outs also happen. However, when they happen, all you need to do is slide a disk of Sherlock into your preferred playing machine or click a Sherlock button on your preferred streaming service and voila – you are good as new. Womb sealed. Nipples pink. Mind clear.
Rene Sense wrote a thoughtful, electric guitar-strumming piece with electronic blues trumpets for this one, called “Evening“. I promise this is the most melancholic musical score and the darkest poem in Sherlock Suite.