Bedtimes are Special

Throughout the day we have our battles
There are the flowing story one’s
“Let’s play!”
Tumbling, rolling around inside you,
a constant pouring out,
a bubbling ball of life and light, sparking.

Then there are the other ones
keeping to time and routine:
time to stop play, time for a shower,
time to stop shower, time for bed…

You push and stall, and moan and wail,
cracks and distance.

At the end of the day we fall into bed,
in softening and quietening
Questions… “mummy…?” “Yes?...” (not again)
Then intimacy, closeness, “I love mummy’s hugs”
“I love your hugs”
“Why do you hug me after we cross the road?”
(I never realised I did…but I love to hug you
all the time…I’m glad you remember and feel it)
“because I love you…so much.”

I can feel the other closeness in the light and darkness
complete oneness, love unconditional,
I hope I mirror that for you.