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 contemplate
But is it too early, or too late?
You grunt and you turn,
Hoping she will sleep on her own,
But she wants to play with you,
You should have known.
You get up and tie your hair in a bun
2 am or 4, Motherhood gets things done.
So you slide down next to your baby,
And let her hold your hand
She coos and speaks gibberish,
And somehow you seem to understand.
She says Mamma I won’t be this tiny again,
I know I test your patience,
I know you are trying to stay sane.
I know you do your best, yet question yourself a thousand times,
Whether you are rocking me to sleep,
Or singing my favourite rhymes.
Oh but when I hear your voice, Mamma
I forget the world
You are my warmth Mamma, I want to stay with you curled.
Remember how you spoke to me
When I was in your tummy?
The moment they took me out,
I looked for you, Mummy.
You hold me through your own tears ,
You never let me cry,
So Mamma when I grow up,
I will also try.
But right now, Mamma, it’s 4 am,
And I think we should sleep,
I know Daddy is snoring in the other room,
And he didn’t even peep!
Come Sweet Mamma, put me to your chest,
And sing me my favourite song
I’ll outgrow your arms someday,
it won’t be long.
So you look at your sweet baby,
And rock her like you should,
Oh what a glorious madness,
This thing called Motherhood
