A baby cries
A baby cries
Amazed
To the dawn of a new day
With sleepy eyes
A mother awakes
Rising like the sun
Warmth in her caress
Rays of endless smiles
Eliminating all darkness
A kiss
A dream
A wish
And love
All before breakfast
Until the day is done
A baby cries
Itself asleep
Drifting like the moon
Contented in deep space
Even with closed eyes
The stars still sparkle
“My patience, resolutions and beliefs are tested to the limits – sometimes daily.”*
Right at this moment one of my challenges is the constant, tuneless whistling from my elder son. When my boys were babies it was getting them to sleep or trying to figure out why they were crying. On any given day now, it might be squabbling, fighting, teasing, screaming, shouting or rudeness. Who’d be a parent? We might well question ourselves after the event, but we can’t very well put them back! Just how we find those inner resources, how we constantly demand more of ourselves, how we keep marching up that hill with a smile on our face and gladness in our heart at the sight of our ‘babies’ is one of life’s mysteries.
* © from Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007