Once upon a time
I thought I’d write a rhyme
A rhyme about some children
And those children, they are mine
I want to do it this way
To prove it can be done
A rhyme with heartfelt sentiment
and an added bit of fun
I read a poem recently
about how children make you feel
about what they mean to you
emotions that are real
You go through many stages
as your children change and grow
looking back it happens really fast
though at the time it seemed so slow
A blue line on a testing stick
was how it became true for me
a few weeks later a hospital scan
a grainy image I could barely see
My stomach grew, my ankles swelled
I had heartburn, urine infection trouble
My back ached, I couldn’t sleep
my walk became a waddle
The birth was fine, I expected pain
then thrust into my arms
a wailing bundle, bright blue eyes
grasping fingers were his charms
I spent six weeks in a mindless haze
return to normality was my ambition
a further six weeks passed me by
‘normal’ changed it’s definition
Those early days remain a blur
sleep was not a feature
crying, feeding, changing, winding
this helpless, tiny creature
Just as I reached breaking point
I could not do this any more
he looked into my eyes and smiled at me
I knew what it was all for
As one year passed I turned around
and wondered where all my time had gone
His first word came ‘Hello’ he said
I knew I’d spent time on my son
At 18 months he began to walk
Another blue line came on a test
I wondered how I’d love another
when I already had the best
Nine months on and once again
I held a newborn at my breast
I loved her as much as I did my son
I’d passed that scary test
When she was 18 months old or so
and began to throw tantrums too
she looked me one day and said
‘Mummy, I love you’
They test me every single day
they push me further towards the brink
then one single simple little act
make me stop and smile and think
A daisy from the garden picked for me
a big wet kiss, a squeezy hug
crayon on the wallpaper, handprints on the TV
shampoo and powder on my rug
A picture of Mummy with mad orange hair
glitter on the carpet all the time
are we there yet? from the back of the car
A small hand clutching mine
Do children give you wings then?
Well I have to say probably not
but then why have kids just to get wings
when wings come with caffinated pop
Children bring a lot of things,
laughter, noise and mess
love and tears and worry
great joy and great distress
children have brought my life extremes
but of this I have no doubt
all things considered and weighed up
I’d rather not be without
Now that I like 🙂
Comment by Alison — 15 April 2005 @ 9:19 pm
Its lovely 🙂
Comment by Sally — 15 April 2005 @ 10:15 pm
Another great poem from The Author. xx
Comment by Karen b — 18 April 2005 @ 9:23 pm
love love love your poem Nic – a reall goosebumps moment – thank you :o)
All the best dawn
Comment by dawniy — 19 April 2005 @ 11:10 am