I miss him when he sleeps

He opens his eyes and starts to stir
Calls out for me, because I’m preferred
He nurses sweetly in the chair
I run my fingers through his hair
He’s off to play and make a mess
I haven’t even showered yet
I try my best to get things done
But get sidetracked with Lego fun
My errands now take twice as long
And must include some silly song
He has a tantrum in the store
And flails himself upon the floor
The day drags on, I watch the clock
I wash and dry and fold his socks
I cook a dinner he refuses
And wipe the bib he rarely uses
I kiss the boo-boo on his nose
And clip and scrub his stinky toes
I zip him up in blue pajamas
Such a blessing to be his Mama
We read a story for the hundredth time
The one with pigs that dance and rhyme
I rock him as he drifts to sleep
And know he makes my life complete
Because even after a thankless day
Where everything has gone astray
I hold my son and watch him breathe
And can’t quite bring myself to leave
I ache for him when we’re apart
He’s captured in my Mama heart
I set him down and switch the light
I miss him while he sleeps at night

This poem was first published HERE at Kveller.com