You were born and
three months of
working around you
flew by me too fast so that
I nearly missed you
and your sweet, vulnerable affection
for this new
not
so
tender
mama.
But I do remember
sun-mornings
watching you dream
listening for your baby-breath to
tell me you were still there and
you were not a dream of my own.
And I held you more because
I could then
so we knew you were safe,
you and I.
I wish
I made more of your tender so
that I had learned to be
who you just knew
I am.
(Image © Informal Moments Photography)
5 comments:
Awww...what a sweet poem! I feel like I 'missed' my Z's first 7 or so weeks, too, because I was so caught up in the sleep I was missing out on, etc. I pray I can be more present when this one comes!
I love that picture!
LOVE the last sentence. Wow. Just wow.
I made more of your tender so
that I had learned to be
who you just knew
I am.
Beautiful. I can't decide if your words or your photos are more beautiful. Can't.
Now, I want my 6 month baby to wake up, so I can go enjoy some of his tender.
Bonnie, you just made my day... :-)
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