I’m sure it was just the other day
that you sped crawled into my lap
Grinning like a wally,
face snuffled into mine.
I’m sure it was only yesterday
that you
Grabbed my face
and turned my full attention to you.
All or nothing from the start
I’m sure you were smaller
Less articulate
Fitting more easily into my arms
I’m sure it was only a few moments ago that you twisted down and entered this crazy world
Perfectly formed face blissed out asleep on the bed
Whilst I rode the endorphin waves of your safe incredible arrival.
I’m sure it wasn’t long ago that all you could do was stick out your tongue
And gummy smile your sun to my heart.
I’m sure it wasn’t all that long ago when you started to smell me deep each cuddle,
since you learnt to toddle around
investigating all you could find.
You.
Over there
On the other side of the room.
Sprawled long on the beanbag
Head propped in your hands.
Unselfconscious, gazing deep at the screen.
You with all your thoughts, ideas, plans, imagination and desires.
4 years?
I’m sure it was only yesterday.
Memories of that day:
The writer in my brain that didn’t stop through labour…
Son2’s first word that he heard in this world. Or why swearing is good sometimes…
The best first birthday post and a prayer I still echo today.
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