in the dark night

Feeling tired and worn,

In the dark night.

Changing a little nappy,

Mending a sore tummy.

How quickly my body forgets,

These small hours.

Holding baby close,

Her head on my shoulder.

We pace around the edge of my Nana’s handmade rug.

Four generations of laughter, rest, tears, conversation inside this round, blue rug.

Her breathing slows to sleeping pace,

Long and deep.

My feet move softly, quietly.

I peek down, closed eyes.

Our cheeks gently touch,

I pause beside the cot.

Just one more time around the rug,

In the soft lamp light tonight.

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