Baby Poetry

Wednesday the 4th of April 2007

My friend Sophie, who turned 31 yesterday, and one day wants to start her own non-denominational, non-religious religion, has written a beautiful poem about her lovely son, Caelan.

Yes, what is this kind of love I have for Daniel: genetic (?)
biological (?)
primal. The way that other babies’ screams just annoy me, but Daniel’s screams feel like someone has stabbed me in the eye with an ice pick. The way my body surprises me with the knowledge it would kill to protect him. The way my ego dissolves to serve him.

I wake up every night to feed him and to help him get back to sleep. My day is ordered around his being fed, having his nappy changed, playing, being helped off to sleep, sleeping. And around keeping the house and supporting Penny. Letting her get some more sleep. And I reduce my own sleep by taking time out to write here, to stay sane.

I’m sorry, dear reader, that I haven’t returned your emails
phone calls
CDs. I am in love.

One Response to “Baby Poetry”

  1. By Mellie, 1 day, 7 hours after the fact

    I’m sorry, dear reader, that I haven’t returned your emails
    phone calls
    CDs. I am in love.

    Ah! All is as it should be *grin*.

    Now that things seem to be settling for your little one (yay for putting on weight!), we must come and impose for a 1/2 hour when we can =)

    Love to you guys,

    Mel =)