Yesterday, you climbed into my lap for a snuggle,
And I thought of the tasks that I needed to juggle,
So instead of letting myself make the most of the cuddle
Impatiently waited for it to be through.
All those times in the night when you had to be fed;
All the hours I spent sitting next to your bed;
Thinking of the things I could be doing instead;
Worrying about everything I needed to do.
Those times you would sleep, cuddled up on my chest;
Moments I took for granted, when it must be confessed
I forgot to look down at you, and just looked at the mess,
Almost wishing those moments away.
Then I blinked: you were running here, there, everywhere
And I found myself missing those moments we shared,
As cuddling up on the sofa became increasingly rare.
Rejected in favour of play.
This morning, we stopped for a moment to snuggle,
And I forgot all the tasks that I needed to juggle;
Instead stopping to take in the bliss of the cuddle
And that precious moment of being with you.
Inspired by Mum Turned Mom for The Prompt #125 – “Comfort”