I remember, those tiny little hands
Wrapping around my neck
In the night so dark,
Keeping me awake and numb.
I remember, humming lullaby
Holding the tiny you
Hoping that you would sleep on cue,
With exhaustion that never said bye.
I remember, putting you down
In the crib, with bated breath
Standing still beside, as would a rock,
Hoping that you sleep to catch my breath.
I remember, thinking that someday I would hope
That you were here to disturb my sleep
That this moment of exhaustion doesn’t matter,
For I love you with all my heart.
Linking with for Day 4 of WritetribeProBloggerChallenge prompt – Bated Breath.