It was blowing a gale
Twigs slapping on the glass
Wife was now sound asleep
Breathing steadily now
Who says dads sleep right through?
Baby daughter whimpers
Please don’t cry I whisper
But she is unsettled
Tiny hand reaches through crib
With its wooden pink rails
Is she needing a feed?
Quietly I get up
Rocking her gently in hope
But now she wants to play
Coos and murmurs at me
Carefully I lift her
Take her to the lounge room
It’s halfway through the night
She’s happy to play now
Gurgling her own sweet words
Crisp cold of next day’s dawn
Wife finds me nursing babe
Now sleeping in my arms
Pressure seams in my flesh
Dark bags beneath my eyes
“Been up long?“ She
Smiling happily now
“I’ll get a cup of tea”
She looks so beautiful
So glad it’s Saturday
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This flows as brightly as one of life's very best memories...i could picture every moment..and so very tender..she is a lucky baby...
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, a soppy tear moistened my eye reading this. It reminded me of years long past, never to be forgotten.
ReplyDeleteSweet and tender poem
ReplyDeleteI am living this vicariously through your words.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully emotive, especially for those of us who have been there and done that. Special memories,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
special bond between you and the baby :) wonderfully penned
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