Lying beside me,
your eyes closed,
in that place between
Here and There.
The day has been packed up
and folded away neatly
for tomorrow,
the evening pulled around us
like a heavy blanket,
comforting.
I wear the almost-darkness
like a dressing gown,
and it wraps around us
for a while.
Whispers of sounds skip
in beats between us –
a snuffle or two, a sigh.
You are content,
as am I.
Quiet time, our time,
end-of-the-day time,
sleep-is-not-far-away time.
I touch your face
gently,
what a miracle
you are.
I touch your hand,
softly,
you are not yet in that land of nod.
You reach out,
grip my hand and
curl your fingers
around my thumb.
Goodnight mum.
Oh my goodness how beautiful Emma – so much so it made me cry. What a lucky little boy to have such a lovely Mummy….
Wonderfully ephemeral piece of writing Emma capturing such precious moments of joy and contentment.
In the blink of an eye they’re gone but for you, James and Isaac they’re there forever…..writteninto your family history….fantastic!
Gosh that’s beautiful!
That’s so kind, thank you.