basking

Where else would you be
except here.
A king size made for three
sometimes four
when the night terrors wake.
Open all hours
for comfort and nurture.
You lie central
arms outstretched
Queen of the new world
basking
in the warmth
in the aura of love.

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

gardening

I attempted to sort out
my borders today.
Not with skill or expertise
but with panache. 

And I thought of you.
Your rose bud lips
in full bloom.
Your proud apple cheeks
Your dancing eyes
like petals in the breeze.
And the tender care
watering
feeding
protecting
It will be my privilege
to tend. 


Inspired by: newborn beauty