A wish to stay

“Don’t wish it away”.

That’s what they say.

And they mean it, they feel it, from in their own day.

But here I am lay.

Tired and frayed.

My body fragile, unknown, the same top on from yesterday.

“Don’t wish it away”.

“I don’t want to” I say.

They are my horizon, my everything, my night to day.

But talking is my way

My ray

My it’s going to be okay.

It helps every bump, rock, hiccup and sway.

Because the truth,

If I may,

Is that early motherhood’s where I stay,

Not forever, or for long,

but for today.

And it’s beautiful and perfect, but it’s not all cliche.

There’s moments of dismay

every single day.

But let me be clear when I say,

At the end of the day,

The hardest part isn’t living in the moments you say

not to wish away.

It’s seeing them grow,

And wishing they’d stay.