Hiya
As much as I don’t want to put bad thoughts out into the universe and somehow magically bring them into being, I have very recurring worries as a parent. The responsibilities are hard to switch off from, and my imagination can be a very dark place…
I struggle to get enough sleep overnight as my boys are restless sleepers at the best of times, but especially when they are having a growth spurt; which seems to follow closely on the heels of their birthdays!
Eldest has been having rather loud disagreements in his dreams (which he rarely remembers) this last week, and I am extra attuned to noises in the night at the moment with the boys only just over tummy bugs. Eldest is up really early because he becomes super hungry… I’m overtired and sleepy during the day just now, and relying on the odd nap with Youngest to buoy me whenever Hubby is around to collect Eldest from school.
The below came (in the early hours of today, while I listened to Eldest) from a nagging doubt of mine as I parent in this state…
The first thing I heard
Was the last sound he made;
As the breath escaped
Only my name remained.
And his body was warm
But the soul had not deigned
To wait for me.
The blue lights
And the tears…
Cold tragedy.
That sleep I had resigned to stole my peace,
The price he paid will always be too steep;
My angel boy, adrift from mother’s arms,
Forsaken by my dulled panic alarm.
[Pic is from here]
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