flappy wings and little eyes
that’s why I was maybe possibly late
i tried to say goodbye quickly but her armies got excited and tried to lift off
baby bird, littlest duck
so I held her again, the way she molds just right against my chest
her fuzzy head in the crook of my shoulder cuddling to momma and that means me
I kiss the curve of her baby nose and sniff her head and explain about making us money and coming home soon
The things we’ll do, stories I promise and playing together
And praying (she makes me kinder to the baby thief)
And hands that mommy grew hold on a little tighter than 5 minutes ago
How am I supposed to go
to work or anywhere without my baby hands; they will miss me
And I pass her back to Da and get my pumping supplies from the table
But her eyes, awwwww 😦
Her eyes follow me and her flappy wings start to fly and I
I can’t keep leaving her here needing mom and nobody else and wanting me
I know that ache, little arms and eyes and hands and wings all at once, I know that urgency
You need me more
So I’ll be the brave one
And I’ll step outside and I’ll start to leave
And I don’t look back because I know what I’d see
I might have been strong enough to leave the first time but momma’s got her own
flappy wings
So sweet! Indeed our sweet babies can sure make it hard to leave
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Yes! Rowan is 5months old, and she’s the best thing in the world
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