Breakfast is chill
Sitting in the still
The last whispers of night hanging on until
Daylight creeps in through the kitchen window
As Mummy and S take their rest,
We breakfast in pyjamas
Weetbix with cranberries and bananas
Just the two of us
Chewing in silence
Making faces
Precious morning moments to start the day
Wouldn’t have it any other way
Sometimes you don’t remember the things that we’ve done
Like chasing each other down The Parade listening to “Run”
Just imagine all the laughs and all of the fun
that will slip through our synapses as time runs
Memories will fade and stories be forgotten
Just hang onto the sensations these moments have begotten
Feeling barely alive
Foggy, sleep deprived
Older one wouldn’t go down
Over an hour lying on the ground
Now there are sudden midnight awakenings
From uncomfortable tummy grumblings
Feeling pretty lousy
Fielding a pass from mummy
Trying all sorts of tricks
Quick! PLEASE.
Get to the one where sleep sticks
Rest is a distant memory
A good night is one where wee doesn’t end up on me
Not trying to rush to the end
But it sure would be nice to sleep through the night again.
When you were little
You woke so much through the night
It was almost like
you knew you had only just made it into the universe
and needed to keep checking that we were there
that you were really here in the world with us
So many midnights transitioned into dawn
Dozy and dazed from the day you were born
Cozy and cloudy in our pillowy room
Seeking comfort in mummy’s cuddles and croons
In a blink of an eye it would all be over soon…
These days you climb yourself into your bed
With many “I love you” whispers
and kisses laid on your head
I hold your hand gently as you drift off to sleep,
all through the night without even a peep.
Maybe now you trust
that we’ll be there when you awaken,
that we won’t ever leave you behind.
Now I’m not sure what comes next
but please,
do take your time.
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