You’ve lost track of the time
And you’ve lost count of the days.
Your eyes are tired, body sore,
I promise it won’t always be this way.
You’re filled with all emotions.
Both euphoric and quite deep.
The last few days have been a ride,
You’d do anything to lay down and sleep.
You weren’t handed a manual,
or a guide for this new role.
One day you’re expectant parents,
The next you’re changed, mind, body, soul.
There’s stains upon your shirt.
And god knows what in your hair.
You dream of drinking hot coffee,
But would settle for any caffeine to be fair.
All I can offer is the honest truth.
That it will all feel too hard some days.
But the season changes swiftly,
They change quickly in so many ways.
It won’t be like this forever
And you’ll look back in awe.
That you’re standing here and made it through,
Stronger, more certain, raw.
And in some moments you may miss,
Holding those hands so small.
But as feet get wide and they grow
It’s a gift witnessing it all.
