Lockdown has been pretty tough for all of us, whether it affected our work, our holiday plans, our income, and let’s face it, our sanity.
You may well have read one of my previous posts when I talked about the fact that I used to love to write. It’s not something I get a huge amount of opportunity to do anymore, but when I do I’m so glad I do. And lockdown gave me the opportunity to put pen to paper a little bit more.
Poems have always been something I love to write, I find them cathartic and inspiring, and they are the one thing I can come back to time after time to remind myself of how I was feeling when I wrote it. (I’m sure I’ve got a novel in me somewhere).
I wish I had a notepad by my bed as I find that I am most creative at night time. Especially when I am supposed to be asleep and I’m so tired I can’t move, but it’s when my brain comes alive! Always terrible timing, as I wake up feeling like a zombie in the morning. But I totally understand why many authors do their best work after bedtime.
So here is my latest creation. I’m about to pop this in a frame to put on the wall in Sienna’s room, as now she can read, I want her to read it and know how loved she is, even on the days when all I’ve done is moan at her and she’s driven me to the gin.
I want her to have these as keepsakes as she gets older, and to pass them on to her children. You never know she may even write her own someday!
I loved her when she was a dream
I loved her when she was a dream
when my tummy and womb were bare
When my egg hadn’t met its partner
I loved her before she was there
I loved her when I first heard the heartbeat
When she was only the size of a pear
Before I had felt her kicking
I loved her before she was there
I loved her as my tummy expanded
When I had nothing left I could wear
When I could no longer paint my toenails
I loved her before she was there
I loved her when I first saw her face
When the nights I would sleep grew rare
When she snuggled up close for feeding
I loved her before she was there
I love when she dresses for school now
When she dances without a care
When she’s telling me all of her stories
I loved her before she was there
I’ll love her when she starts getting stroppy
When she starts to colour her hair
When she’ll spend all her days with her friends
I loved her before she was there
I’ll love her the day she gets married
When the wisps of her dress fill the air
When her groom is taking her hand
I loved her before she was there
And I’ll love her the day that she tells me
That her tummy is no longer bare
When she feels it herself and can tell me
That she loved her before she was there
If you fancy reading a couple of the other poems I wrote last year, have a look at my previous blog post here.
And if you’ve got words to share, why not send them into me, I would love to read them. They say write what you know. And love is the best thing to document.