The baby is crying
It’s 5am, and time to start the day
everything aches, it’s dark outside
and the kids want you to play.
Lunchboxes to take, appointments to make
you’ll remember, or you won’t
you’ll hold the baby in your arms
until one day you don’t.
The kids are fighting, your heads a mess
the house is never clean
computer is out with the baby monitor
you’re working with two screens.
You’re fuelling little bodies
while food goes flying from afar
You’ll wish that things were easier
And then one day they are.
Your body creaks like floorboards
someone always needs you now
You’re torn in all directions
as the day comes crashing down.
Cushioned bums, and full round tums
stains all down your top
at night you hear them call your name
and one day it will stop.
Fingerprints, and perfect hands
a house that is a home
sloppy kisses, knotty hair
growing, growing, grown.
Grubby faces, muddy shoes
and tiny little feet
you are the star of their show
and soon you’ll pull up a seat.
These exhausting little days are long
And this is how it goes
It’s messy, loud and full of love,
as fast as it is slow
You wish for things to hurry up
and also stay the same
You hold on to these moments
And also wish for change.
And look back, like all mothers do
When ‘mummy’ was your name.
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