This Thing Called Motherhood
It’s 2 am and the baby is up again,All the nap schedules seem to be in vain,Nursing, patting, rocking, she just won’t sleep,The black curtains don’t help either, you can tell when you peep. Coffee, you contemplateBut is it too early, or too late? You grunt and you turn,Hoping she will sleep on her own,But
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When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Child Again
When I grow up,I want to be a kid again.I want to look at everything with wonder struck eyesI want to be excited for everything I come across, old and newI want to love unconditionally and be loved like thatI want to bring infinite joy in others’ lives just by being myself. I want to
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To My Daughter
I want to freeze time, and pause my moments with you…I want to inhale your baby smell, until I can’t smell anything else…I want to love you until I have no more love to give, and then love you some more, because my love for you is endless… I want to hold you and never
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To the Mom Who is Exhausted
To the Mom who is exhausted I see youI see you wanting some personal space, when your baby won’t leave you even for a secondI see you popping pain killers at night because you are so sore by carrying around the babyI see your dark circlesfrom all the night wakings and cluster feedingI see you
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