As I snuggle down under the fluffy cover
I reach out a hand to feel your soft skin
I can hear you breathing
A gentle rise and fall of your chest
Will you wake up in the morning?
I smell your hair and stroke your head
We snuggle a little bit more
Your milky breath tickles my senses
You stroke my arm and we cuddle closer
But will you wake up in the morning?
My head is filled with the memories we share
The special times we had
Your giggles, first words and your clumsy steps
I hope we can create many more moments
I pray you wake up in the morning.
Comments
tcook | December 17, 2009 - 13:47
I do like this - it reflects the crushing concern of the new parent - but the spelling is horrible. Make the corrections and a cherry shall be yours!
katy loades | December 17, 2009 - 22:52
Thank you Tony! Glad you pointed out the spelling. I brushed the dust off of my dictionary and in the dim light of my screen, searched frantically looking for the mistakes! I think I will leave it out as I have a feeling there are mistakes in my last post also! Sorry!!
tcook | December 18, 2009 - 11:38
You got them all - well done! A cherry for a good poem and all that dictionary work.
alex_tomlin | December 18, 2009 - 12:57
As a relatively new parent, this really tapped into how I feel sometimes in the middle of the night when my daughter is sleeping and I can't tell if she is breathing so I have to lean in to check!
threeleafshamrock | December 18, 2009 - 19:56
Twenty years ago, my eldest son was born. He had many ailments as a baby (they all disappeared as he grew). One frightening habit, was a frightening ability to hold his breath for - what seemed like - a long time. He turned me into a nervous wreck.
Love this piece which about sums up my feelings at the time; well done... ;)
Chris
katy loades | December 18, 2009 - 20:11
Thank you guys for your comments, I actually thought this was one of my worst pieces. I wasn't expecting this kind of response! I wonder if our babies have any idea how little sleep we get while they are dreaming!!
penandpaperdreams | October 30, 2010 - 13:55
Really connected with this, Katy.
My daughter suffered with fits as a baby - she had her first at six months old and had another eight over the following months, but thankfully she grew out of them. I used to peer into her cot and just to ease my own mind, I'd sometimes have to give her a little poke to wake her just so I knew she was okay. She'd be up all night then, but despite the sleep-deprivation and the dark circles under my eyes I didn't mind, so long as she was okay.
Thank you for posting this; it's a beautiful poem and reflects every parent's worries really well :)
katy loades | October 31, 2010 - 07:23
thank you so much for your lovely comment. I was lucky that my children did not suffer with anything, but when you have something so precious, you can't help but check on them 24/7. I too have used the poking method!! Sometimes they sleep so soundly that you really can't tell if they are breathing.