I kiss their cheeks and hold them tight,
That’s what we do every night.
We rock and sing in hopes of rest,
This day has surely been a test.
Crying, messes, food in my hair,
I might still be wearing maternity underwear.
I haven’t washed my hair in day’s
I think I might be beginning to age.
I dream of bed where I peacefully lay,
And wish I could for once sleep past eight (8:00).
Maybe in a few years I’ll find,
A solace place I’ll call mine.
Because they are little for a short time,
And I have been blessed with these children of mine.
In a few hours when they wake,
I’ll be up again before morning breaks.
And start this process all over again,
It’s was what we do even at our wits end.
And when I’ve got nothing left,
I will give more, and I will give them my best.
For now I’ll rock and sing these songs,
So they’ll remember and know how to sing along.
When they are older I will look back,
At when they were tiny and sat on my lap.
When we sang songs and rocked every night,
And someday when I tuck them in tight,
They will say remember when,
You sang me that song…
Let’s sing it again.