You’re 6 months old today, my child-
I thought motherhood would spark
So much creativity,
I imagined you’d be my model
And my muse in writing.
Instead I’d wake up tired
And long for you to sleep
So I could gather myself
And be something resemblant
the one I used to be.
I’d walk as if on egg shells
And curse the floors for creaking
Hoping not to wake you up
Wishing for one more minute on my own,
But at the same time missing you so much
That my arms ached from your absence.
Oh, the love and terror a newborn baby
Brings to the table..
7th September, 2020