Is it midnight already?

I close my eyes, then

Fussing, fussing

It doesn’t stop

 

Little girl on her stomach

Soaked clothes, wet sheet

Smiles at me with dancing eyes

I strip her and she starts to cry

 

Shh, shh child

Whatever is the matter?

Twisting, sobbing as I

Try to get her changed

 

Press her close against me,

Skin to skin

Try to nurse, try to dress

But the cat is here and it’s midnight and she wants to play

 

Wriggle wriggle

Dancing, jumping in my arms

Don’t you know it’s midnight?

She speaks to me and I know better, I answer back

 

I study her –

Chubby legs and rosy cheeks,

Wild dark hair

She’s the new reason I believe in God

 

She drinks, drinks

Little girl’s eyes droop back to sleep

Rocking, singing

I lay her down with urgency and reluctance

 

I know midnight will come again tomorrow.

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Of course when I go in to take a picture tonight, she’s on her back!

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