When The Nights Feel Hard

A poem for those newborn days

Photo by David Veksler on Unsplash

When the nights feel hard,
and your bones feel tired,
and sleep feels as if it’s nothing but a distant memory,
I hope you pay attention to how your little one
can rest within the confines of your lap,
and how their little hands wrap around your whole finger,
and how their little feet tap dance with excitement.

When the nights feel hard,
and you’re unsure of what you’re doing,
and you’re pretty sure you’re doing it all wrong,
I hope you hold onto the picture of your little love -
resting upon your chest,
gazing up at you as if
you could solve all the world’s problems,
as if you were the most powerful person in the universe.

When the nights feel hard,
and you start to wish for the days to come,
when you feel as if you know what you’ll be doing,
and you hope to have a rhythm,
and a schedule,
and the steps to this dance,
I hope you remember that these days will pass like the blink of an eye,
so hold onto this picture with everything you’ve got.