after hours of squirming and fussing and crying
the exhaustion overwhelms
and you finally give in
(and i – who has been unable to comfort you-
am awash with relief)
and within moments of surrender
your lip curls slightly up
and you squeak a tiny laugh
(one of the first of many, i pray)
your eyes flitter beneath their curtains
your mind dances and skips
and, i imagine, there is music
(lord, let there always be music)
your still so tiny body pressed close to mine
despite my own exhaustion
i cannot force myself to move
for i know i will interrupt.
and this moment that you are living in your dreams
is too wonderful to be bothered by mere mortals like me
and so i watch
and after hours of squirming and fussing and crying
the exhaustion overwhelms
and i finally give in
and i find that i was right
there was music
there is always music
I feel like I’m intruding on such a gorgeous moment…xoxo
You have a way of expressing these moments that is truly magical, B. I, too, hold onto my baby once he falls asleep just to watch him dream. Love this more than I can write. xoxo
beautiful my friend, truly beautiful.