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Sleep in December 19
I touched her hand to my hand as she was sleeping,
pressed my feet into cold carpet, touched white door frame, pushed the hall light on with the palm of my hand
and
slid
down the wall.
I imagined my life
with sleep, knowing people
who long plenty, suffering hollow, for this life.
I was awake at 10
pm, then again at 2
am, then again at 5am for two dragged hours
until she decided to crash
in my bed, post me dressing, making breakfast etc
Etc
Etc
How the mundane can try to break you,
to pour the abundant love you share
o'erboard.
The window opposite was drowned in sheet rain and darkness.
The sound was cathartic
somehow.
pressed my feet into cold carpet, touched white door frame, pushed the hall light on with the palm of my hand
and
slid
down the wall.
I imagined my life
with sleep, knowing people
who long plenty, suffering hollow, for this life.
I was awake at 10
pm, then again at 2
am, then again at 5am for two dragged hours
until she decided to crash
in my bed, post me dressing, making breakfast etc
Etc
Etc
How the mundane can try to break you,
to pour the abundant love you share
o'erboard.
The window opposite was drowned in sheet rain and darkness.
The sound was cathartic
somehow.
Published 12th Dec 2019
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12th Dec 2019 3:34pm
Motherhood is the most demanding and yet rewarding gift/job/joy/pain you will ever experience. Then, in the blink of an eye, they're gone. . .and the next generation is born.
