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
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007