everyone is asleep, except me

Everyone is asleep, except me,
our newborn daughter upon my chest,
comforted by the rhythm of my heart
she knows so well.

Our toddler son, in his big boy bed
still cocooned in your arms
as you raced each other to the land of nod
through story time.

Your snores I can hear,
intertwined,
through the monitor.

Everyone is asleep, except me
And I’m grateful.

 

Inspired by: the first few nights as a mum of two