Poems for My Sons

Tag: Night

  • 17 July 2026, 10.37PM

    I pull your polo out of the dryer
    Still warm, I hold it to my face
    And at arm’s length I wonder
    at its littleness in space.

  • 2 April 2026, 8.40PM

    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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    9 May 2026, 6.16AM

    Click.
    The white noise machine’s steady stream is silenced
    Little footsteps pad onto the floorboards
    Our bedroom door groans as it opens inwards
    Bedsheets ruffle as a creature climbs up and crawls onto the bed
    Plops himself down right between our heads
    And then it’s quiet in the darkness once again
    Just gentle breathing, out and in.




  • 29 March 2026, 7.49AM

    I shan’t move
    I won’t budge
    Not to fudge
    this rest you’ve found

    Not a sound
    Not a creak
    Not to break
    this gentle sleep

    Keep it deep
    Just sink in
    All wrapped up tight

    Sweet dreams,
    Good night.