DAWN

Hair mussed

Sleep still slipping

from the corners of my eyes

Coffee piping 

Rain chilly, pattering on the tin roof 

of the first home which is fully ours. 

Baby sleeping

peaceful in the overcast morning 

Firstborn: the one who made us parents 

I contemplate

the stillness 

Feel my wholeness

as our second born grows surely inside me. 

Hands warm

around my mug 

A boon, for I am often cold 

I conjure

the feeling of my husband’s arms wrapped around me

With love

our family grows

as the rain brings growth and green and good.