Get Comfy, Mama

It’s hard at first,

The cries,

The tears,

There was little joy,

There were many fears

The waiting as you’re stuck to a bed,

Long slender lines filling your head

With fog.

And then you move to a somewhat-free,

A new type of reality.

Where the tears still come

But it's different now,

And nights become longer than the days.

Time seems to stand still,

Yet it paces fast along

Until the first few months are gone

To the past. And no amount of pictures

Can capture the feelings of those moments.

You look at him, he looks at you

And all the feelings soon renew

A sense of fear

You held inside.

But now the Joy

Breaks through the hide

You put up to stop your brain from running

Over you both.

And now gentle breathing takes its place.

Soft whispers issue from an unmarked face.

Peaceful slumber takes hold and rocks your legacy.

Get comfy, Mama. Your job’s not done. But for now, just watch his sweet dreams run.