This poem is about that feeling when you’re lying in bed looking at a sleeping baby and she’s just so cute that you want to wake her up, but you know you shouldn’t, but you really really want to….kind of hard to explain if you haven’t felt it yourself 😝
I started writing this poem when Freya was less than a month old. I never got round to finishing it until just now! Thank you National Poetry Writing Month – this is day 9 of writing 30 poems in 30 days 😀 #NaPoWriMo
keep sleeping, babe – you look so at peace!
so cute it’s illegal I should call the police
you’re gurgling and twitching, dreaming of milk
your titchy tiny nose, your skin like silk
stop sleeping, babe – I want to play!
and walk with you and talk with you all night and day
about football and Corbyn and how I met your mum
so many funny stories about where you come from
and listen to music, whole albums not songs
I don’t know you yet but I know we’ll get along
keep sleeping, my love – get some rest!
trust me on this: sleep is the best
and between you and me, I confess
that I don’t always invest in rest
so do as I say, not as I do!
this won’t be the last time I say that to you
stop sleeping, my love
so I can cradle you and rock you and sing your back to sleep
and comfort you and soothe you although you never weep
you’re amazing, incredible, an angel it’s true
I’m so lucky to have a daughter like you
and I suppose I should take this chance to rest too
so keep sleeping, babe
keep sleeping, my love