Blessed

I wake up 5 am in the morning after a long night of constant waking 

Because we have to get up to feed our baby

He already made the coffee and we drink our cups.

He lavishes me with his tender touch and bribes me with food

In exchange for a little smooch. 

I was thinking of what I should write, and I had all these possibilities, but nothing seemed so appealing, as just a morning of gentle breathing 

I could talk about all the hair I’m losing, or how we barley get by, the struggle we have when there isn’t enough time.

I could talk about how hard it is. How it all seems so fast. How I can’t seem to balance all these things in my life

But I’d rather talk about the other day, when I carved a pumpkin and put my baby in for some pictures and memories 

Or how my partner and I laughed endlessly, 

how we play on split screen while our baby is still sleeping.

I could talk about all the wrong in my life and all the darkness that followed 

But I’d rather write about good

The warmth, the tender, the love, the tomorrow

Because we all have something that fills us with rage

But I always remember the love that I gave

And all that love comes back in warm waves.

So each morning I wake up after a long night of constant waking

To find both my loves alive and well

Everything that comes before or after

Doesn’t really matter