sleep

I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world. 

A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
won’t harm
won’t wake.
Risky though. 

I might disturb
the innocent calm.
Can’t resist
the softness
of her tender skin.
The need
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby 

you take everything

You take everything
absolutely everything I have
and a little bit more. 

Every ounce of strength
every waking and half waking moment
until I’m doubting
doubting everything.
Until I don’t know the hour
day or month.
Until I can’t even count to five
to fill your bottle.
Until the washing machine is full
of dirty cups
And the oven full of dirty clothes.
Until I can stand up no more.
Until I don’t know my name.
I don’t know me. 

Because you took it all.
As that is what I offered. 


Inspired by : no sleep