POEM

First feeds with milky soft head nuzzling in.
And a small hand curled tight around my thumb.
Bellies touching, the joy of skin to skin.
Perfect first dance and two once more as one.

POEM.

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.

POEM.

My love let me tell you,
How it felt the day we met.
Awkward arms to hold you close,
A bond we hadn’t formed yet.

POEM.

Once upon a time I cradled you,
Wrapped you tightly in my arms.
Where you smiled and cooed back up at me,
Your small hand fit snug in mine.

MUSINGS.

You want to shout it so everyone knows.
But motherhood is a quiet knowing.

POEM.
I’m longing for some freedom,
Or even a little space.
My arms are heavy, back sore,
But I am your favourite resting place.

POEM.

I watch you watch the world go by,
Your curious eyes exploring.
Still too young to understand,
The time that you were born in.

POEM.

When I wrap you in my arms
And imagine you so small,
I see the growing that we’ve done,
And wonder at it all.

POEM.

Softly feet patter up and down the hall,
Bouncing babe in arms, rhythmic footfall.
Murmured voices echo through the night.
Bleary eyes blink back first rays of light.

POEM.

I lay him in his crib beside me.
Soft, warm, sleeping.
House now quiet, in the trees birds call.
Dawn light creeping.

POEM.

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.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.