and I am much too tired for nightmares,
but leagues away my mum wakes up
a cold sweat all about her.
Worried on my babes behalf,
a child once removed,
The spooling thread of mother love
stretched farther than she'd choose.
We used to be so close, you see,
our heartbeats knit together,
but now I face the world alone
even when I'm near her.
And it's the same for her,
at seven months she feels it strong,
turns around to check on me,
a seconds parting is too long.
I look at her my tiny girl,
so peaceful in her slumber,
Will I wake up some day I think
worried for her daughter?
as daughter becomes mother
hearts expand to its refrain
stretching yet still further.
I wrote this when Clara was poorly last month, its still a little rough around the edges but I wanted to share.