10:25pm
I just want the day to end.
So my poor sore body
And muddy muddled mind can mend.
But you want your dream feed
Your this, that and the other need
Met by me, or Daddy, but mostly me.
And me? I just want to be deep enough in a dream to not feel awake.
You are a dream but not the dream I need right now as I wince and ache.
“Blink and you’ll miss it, enjoy every minute, one day you will miss this”
You are right, you empty nesters,
But we will not miss the night.
Yes you are wise owls but you are cleverer forgetters.
Your years have blurred the senses
And coloured rose your glasses
For the boulders on our shoulders we carry – it’s real heavy weight.
But your fond memories of the good days warp the blanketless nights so late.
You see and feel light now and so look back at these times filled with nostalgia and love
Looking down saying “the days are long but the years are short” from above.
And, sure, sweet that sounds but you don’t remember that before it was weightless and full of waiting for us to call, it was wakeful, the constant calling out is weight full.
(Midnight, still awake, yep you heard that right)
Chronic fatigue is a thick cloak to wear, made heavier when laid on top is the extra layer that it’s not.
*This is one of my newer poems, published in my book: “You must be so tired”, which you can purchase via that hyperlink (opens in new window).
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