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Two.

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Two.
Who Knew?
Not me.
No I didn’t see,
you coming like a tidal wave,
out of the stormy sea.
Crash. Head on.
Threw me against the wall.
Back to sleepless nights,
and being at your beck and call.
But now you don’t just cry,
and snooze, and wean, and crawl,
you whinge and scream and hit and fight,
and make me feel so small.
My life is one big negotiation.  Frustration.
A struggle day to night.
The battle rages on and on,
but you always win the fight.
And then the moment hits,
when i’m feeling sad and crappy.
You reach out with your
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tiny hand,
and say ’Mama, happy?’
You pull yourself upon me,
lay your head uponmy chest,
look up with those big brown eyes,
and I forget the rest.
I smile and brush my tears away,
hold you close, and breathe.
And we live, to love, to fight, another toddler day.
No, it’s true, I didn’t see.
But would it want it any other way?
Not me.
Who knew?
Two.
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- 21 Mar 19

Two.

Who Knew?

Not me.

No I didn’t see,

you coming like a tidal wave,

out of the stormy sea.

Crash. Head on.

Threw me against the wall.

Back to sleepless nights,

and being at your beck and call.

But now you don’t just cry,

and snooze, and wean, and crawl,

you whinge and scream and hit and fight,

and make me feel so small.

My life is one big negotiation.  Frustration.

A struggle day to night.

The battle rages on and on,

but you always win the fight.

And then the moment hits,

when i’m feeling sad and crappy.

You reach out with your tiny hand,

and say ‘Mama, happy?’

You pull yourself upon me,

lay your head uponmy chest,

look up with those big brown eyes,

and I forget the rest.

I smile and brush my tears away,

hold you close, and breathe.

And we live, to love, to fight, another toddler day.

No, it’s true, I didn’t see.

But would it want it any other way?

Not me.

Who knew?

Two.

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