Amidst the distraction, I stumbled upon a friend’s poem. I read it and softened, felt myself in the chair, and in my room. I felt a small dose of the pain I had been distracting myself from and an appreciation for the beauty I saw in my room. Light coming in the window, a plant reaching towards the light, a stack of new books. I offer it to you, now, in hopes that you experience the softening that I did. This poem touches the core of caregiving and being with infants. The gifts infants have to offer us are boundless if we are open to them. One of the most nourishing aspects of being with children, for me, is the call they seem to make of me to be present with them ....to be open to the poetry existing in the moment, even if it hurts a bit.
I take my daughter to the porch
and we sit in the rocking chair
I hold her in my arms
trying to soften her cries
It is the first and bills are due
and I'm trying to forget
the thunder swells
and her blue grey eyes shift and search
I think I'm looking for stillness
the sky let's go of the rain
and spit drools from her mouth
we look at the trees
but she doesn't give them a name.
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