A narrative poem - work in progress
Morning at Home
Somewhere in the space between darkness and dawn
He pierces my sleep with his cry
Half in dreamland, I reach him, sitting in his crib
Arms held up to the world
I complete the circle of his hunger
Torn between comfort and change
I place him next to Ryan, father and son united in slumber
As I lace up my shoes and reclaim my body
Soaking in air that is almost cool and holds the promise
Of something
Light seeps into the house in my absence
Ryan leaps into the shower, passing the torch
Their smiles envelop me
His bursts over me, hers spreads more slowly
They ignore my sweat as I pour coffee
Facing the promise of the day together
I like this and I can relate. I cherish the little freedoms I can take like a brisk run and I love seeing Ava and her daddy spend quality time together. Definitely hit home with me and that's only because you did a wonderful job of setting the scene!
ReplyDeleteyep, you set the scene perfectly, and I SO relate because that's MY time to reclaim my body too. Only, it took me until baby was more than TWO to get that time carved out.
ReplyDeleteI'm so impressed you're able to do that after getting up to nurse! (also loved the line 'between comfort and change' - there's so MUCH in that little dichotomy, eh?)
I liked this, you captured the effort and a sense of some almost guilt at getting out and running, with also the satisfaction that comes afterwards, able to better face the day, with the quick handovers back and forth that doing such things require when you have young children.
ReplyDeleteSo much about this I love - the completion of his circle of hunger, their smiles.
ReplyDeleteBut is it ok to admit that I'm a little jealous you can get out to run?
I so relate! Although I didn't start running again in the morning until my baby weaned (literally, the next day!) but I totally get that feeling of getting out there - and then getting back.
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