Posting this poem does feel a little like baring a bit of my soul but I’m going to be brave! Now, some days I find being a mother so tough. Sometimes it’s relentless hard work and I feel my patience has worn thin and I am all touched out. BUT I am lucky enough to have moments, every day, of absolute joy. I really do love being a mother and I wrote this poem in the middle of the night when I was in that loved up haze of having a new baby – I think JB was just a few weeks old. I realised in all my life I had never felt so contented and, simply, happy.
I know no peace like holding
my newborn as he slumbers,
milk drunk in my lap
Tiny hands clasped tight round my finger
soft breaths whistling from an open mouth
That indescribable, comforting baby smell
filling my nostrils;
This is when life feels truly blissful
I know no peace like cuddling
my toddler to me as
he sleeps soundly in our bed
Needing us close by to rest easy
I feel that little chest rising,
falling, rising and I am calm
I drift off with his hand touching my arm
Soothing, settling, love.
These are the moments which offset
the chaos and cacophony of two
Tiny children. these are the times when I
am most content, full of the purest love.