Our New Grown Up Good Nights – A Poem

I’ve always loved poems. I think it’s because my Grandad used to write them (read the one I wrote for him here).

I can also pretty much guarantee that if I’m having a bad day, I’ll check my phone at lunchtime to find a little rhyme from my mum, composed with love and a laugh. I always smile. Those words work magic like nothing else.

And so I find myself trying to follow in family footsteps; often writing something to help me capture a moment or measure a milestone.

Most of the poems I write now are for my boy. Like this one.

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Grown Up Good Nights

Now you sleep in your bed, I miss you.

Though I’m glad of the space,

I can’t feel your embrace.

 

Now you sleep in your bed, I miss you.

The sound of each sigh.

And even your cry.

 

Now you sleep in your bed, I miss you.

The silk of your hair,

Just knowing you’re there.

 

Now you sleep in your bed, I miss you.

Curled up in your place,

With my cheek on your face.

 

When you sleep in your bed, I’m proud of you.

Growing up every day.

Settling down your own way.

 

Though you sleep in your bed, you still miss me.

When you call out my name,

At night I feel the same.

 

So sleep well in your bed, and I’ll miss you.

But my door’s open wide,

And my heart’s by your side.

 

By Clare

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