Occasion Poems

by Jess Coubrough

 

My darling baby, at last you’ve arrived,

So long inside me, nine months you survived.

Kicking, bouncing, ready to come out,

Eager to meet us, I have no doubt.

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And here you are, my bundle of joy,

So small and sweet, a perfect decoy.

The truths of motherhood now clear and true,

A bother and a blessing, I s'pose that’s you!

 

“What's that smell?” I repeatedly say,

Changing your nappy, day after day,

Sick on my top, on your new baby grow,

Dirty washing, that continues to flow.

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Exhausted, tired, craving a nap,

Emotions so high, ready to snap.

Endless cries and a smell that lingers,

Your gentle touch, grasping my fingers. 

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A yank of my hair, as I smirk through the pain,

Always forgetful, thanks “baby brain.”

My babe, the source of these highs and lows,

A beautiful creature with tiny toes.

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A gift to us, feelings I can't explain,

Unconditional love that will always remain. 

A bother through life you may well be,

But I'll cherish every second, I promise thee.