you are little more than
silk against my breast,
eyes closed with gentle
willingness while I am
frantically carving every one
of your miniscule movements
in a place where I can pit them
against my own lack of comfort –
these early suns and moons
are all those ones we should
remember like dreams, if
only I could stop trying to
decode the twitching of your
eyelids, counting your lashes,
listening for your ocean breath
through a misshapen shell –
you are content despite
your mother’s beautiful
weariness, her eyes that
are glass no matter your state
and I have been told that I
will still sneak to you at night,
when you are much larger than
I am, if only to steal a little peace.
Beautiful!
Thank you, KM!
What a wonderful poem – the words are like candy: sweet and enjoyable.
This, this is the essence of mothering in stanzas.
Such beautiful words.
Thank you so much, Kir.
Hope these first few months are magical (even if they are tiring). Your words are so true and real.
That is so damn sweet.
You describe this magical time so wonderfully well! giving birth to your first child, and giving birth to yourself as a woman and as a mother… you were born together in a way 🙂
Well the way you describe this experience of motherhood is beautiful!!
❤
Oh so gorgeous! And yes…you will continue to sneak those beautiful moments of peace.
Such beauty in motherly love 🙂
Thank you, Hector! 🙂
Ah… That was soothing…
I hope your enjoying your new motherhood miss Nicole!!!
I really am! Thank you! 🙂