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.

[content note: reflects on birth trauma, tread gently if this may be triggering for you]

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.

POEM.

Cuddle into me little one
Tiny fingers woven into my hair.
We’ll rock and sway together,
Till we have not a care.

POEM.

Sleep is overrated.
Or so you’d think in my family.
Small, tired eyes fight to stay open,
Watching, waiting for me.

POEM.

Keep running little one,
Don’t you worry, I’m right here.
A step behind, watching on,
To support you with a cheer.

MUSINGS.

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

MUSINGS.

It’s in those everyday moments. Amidst the chaos. Amongst the challenges and feelings of being stretched and beyond what you’re capable of. You’ll make it through the other side. You’ll ride that wave and be amazed that you did it.

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.

Some days the mess of our house,
Really gets under my skin.
The constant picking up and putting away,
It never looks like I’ve done a thing.

POEM.

Whew you’ve got your hands full,
The passing stranger said with a grin.
As I wrestled the baby in the pram,
The toddler eyeing him with jutted chin.

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.

All I want for Christmas,
Is to see WA’s border open wide.
I’ve got my double dose,
I just want certainty, a guide.

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.

I’m hiding in the kitchen,
With my kombucha and some crisps.
No one noticed I snuck off,
My partner is entertaining the kids.

POEM.

In this season you grow and grow,
body lengthens, mind expands.
Overnight you’ve learnt new skills,
A whole new world is in your hands.

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.