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

hello mummies

Hello mummies out there
In the middle of the night
Sitting up feeding baby
Time standing still around you. 

Hello mummies out there
Staring into the night.
Rubbing backs for burps
and settling tums
Time and time again. 

Hello mummies out there
I blow you a silent kiss
I’m here with you
Loving, feeding, growing. 

Inspired by : another long newborn night 

moonlight

The moonlight streams in
once again enticing me
to places not yet seen.
Conjuring adventures on far off lands
in corners it’s delicate rays conceal.

The moonlight draws me in
hypnotically
like a spider to its web
through delicate whisps
of steel strength.

Not this time moonlight.
Your promise shall not be fulfilled.
My adventure is here.
Not by candlelight, nor starry breeze
But by the glow of my babies’ nightlights.

Inspired by : a full moon

sleep training 

Oh crikey
That smile
by moonlight.
The most wondrous
sight ever seen
I know I’m not meant
to notice
to acknowledge
to respond.
As it should be
back to bed
instantly.

But it’s irresistible
In the moonlight.
As my face
spontaneously replies
and I whisper
not now my darling
hoping no one has seen.


Inspired by : another long night

what do you dream 

What do you dream of little one?

A smile, enlightens your face
for the most beautiful of sunsets.
A scowl, flickers across
for a hurt received.
A quickened heart beat
for the thrill of the chase.
A frown, questions
the flight of a bee.
An upturned lip,
for the joy of fragrant flowers.
A serene stillness
from the peace that love brings.
A thousand years of memories
that have yet to be seen.

 

Inspired by: sleeping baby

go away morning

Go away morning.
Let me lay here a
Moment longer
Surrounded by the warmth
that loves brings.
Go away morning.
I’m happy
In the relative stillness
of our family bed.

Those gentle, and not so gentle
Snores filling the air.
Four hearts beating their tunes
so close together.

Go away morning.
Let me hold on to this
just a moment longer.

 

Inspired by: a bed full of bodies 

hold this in your heart 

Hold this in your heart dear love
you are my world
your happiness is all I strive for.
Hold this in your heart dear love
you will always
have a home here
inside of me.

The payment
not gold coin, nor paper note
but a smile, a loving glance
that will fill my heart for hours.

 

Inspired by: my sleeping toddler

this time it’s complicated 

This time it’s complicated my love.
With the boy, I looked into his perfect face for hours,
intoxicated by his beauty.
Just me and him, my heart pouring out love.
With you it’s different.
My love still flows, endlessly
You are perfect, a smile of innocent beauty.
A gift to which I feel undeserving.

But I am racked with guilt,
As an adulterer,
As I steal a heartfelt gaze
As your toddler brother watches on
Wondering what it all means.
Searching for reassurance.

 

Inspired by: the confusion of new baby arrival 

everyone is asleep, except me

Everyone is asleep, except me,
our newborn daughter upon my chest,
comforted by the rhythm of my heart
she knows so well.
Our toddler son, in his big boy bed
still cocooned in your arms
as you raced each other to the land of nod
through story time.

Your snores I can hear,
intertwined,
through the monitor.

Everyone is asleep, except me
And I’m grateful.

 

Inspired by: the first few nights as a mum of two