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Poem: Your Baby Face.

 I wrote this quickly this morning because I have been feeling a few different emotions about my children growing up. It's dedicated to both of them and it needed to be said. We rush around in this life and things change so fast, we need to stop and breathe and be, before it's too late.

Your Baby Face

I look at you and your face has changed-

I wish you'd stop

growing… isn't slowing down.

A night's sleep ages you,

another tooth changes your face,

the race from toddler to teen-

it comes too fast.

Other mothers, they tell me how quickly it goes,

but now I'm in it, tumbling along,

as you grow and change,

becoming tall and strong…

And each morning you look a little less like the you from yesterday.

I wish I could turn back the clocks,

or freeze time

and enjoy each moment.

Instead of worrying,

'The house is a mess I need to hoover mop and clean fill the washing machine, take out the bins fill the cupboard with tins of beans and keep on finding things to do, over and over and over again because that's life, right?'

But your baby face is fading,

you're embracing the years-

I am…


I'm worried I've forgot

your tiny chubby toes,

your gurgles,

and Benjamin Button nose.

Each day I see it in your eyes-

you have the world to conquer, and you will.

But for now be still,

don't change,

don't be afraid to be small,

to need me once more…

Because each morning you look a little less like the you from yesterday.

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