Where has it gone?
Was it not only yesterday that you were swaddled in a towel and handed
to me? Two big, blue eyes staring into mine
for the first time.
And I stared back, in wonder and fear;
for I’d been waiting for this moment for almost a year
and didn’t really know
what to think
or how to feel.
Suddenly it all became real; you transformed from a wish and a dream into
an actual baby, a small human being with needs
and a voice with which to express them.
And so began our journey to knowing one another.
The ritual of changes (who knew there would be so many!) and endless feeds:
days rolling into nights as I held you
tight to my breast,
neither of us really knowing what we are doing…
And where is he now, that tiny babe, whose days
were spent suckling and sleeping through the haze of those long summer months?
How can it be that now, instead, it’s noise and motion which fills
Shouts and giggles the soundtrack to afternoons spent mastering the skills
of rolling and sitting and throwing spoons
laden with foods
I have prepared, knowing they are destined for the floor.
You know me better now, and I you:
the way you grip my necklace like an anchor, mooring you
Your leg, tapping out the tea-time rhythm.
And our song – the one we sing together.
Six months from now, there will be another song
and cake, and maybe
But for now, let me keep you my baby a little longer.
These days too will soon be gone.