We’re in the season of chaos
and later on we’ll see
that all those notes, high and low
made a melody
We’re in the season of tired
colour, mess, and toys
those separate notes that fill our days
are more like one big noise
We’re in the season of togetherness
touched out, loved up, and loud
an exhausted tangle of intimacy
and never being more proud
We’re in the season of emotions
holding them like treasure
wearing every single mood
and never predicting the weather
We’re in the season of 2am
school days, and fairy wings
juggling work, with nights like days
surrendering to all it brings
We’re in the season of pieces
wondering will it be forever?
They take your heart wherever they go
so you never feel put together
We’re in the season of constant
a mind ticking and brewing
remember when you were a human being
before a human doing?
We’re in the season of growth
of a time that’s suddenly been
watching their beautiful bloom
And also wishing for evergreen
We’re in the season of loving
and loving how they love too
the exquisite way you mould to them
how nothing’s felt more true
The season of leaning into your voice
and blocking out all the ‘shoulds’
fast and slow, high and low
the song of motherhood.
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