My baby cries,
hurt
or scared,
or just alone.
I cuddle, keep her warm,
check what she needs.
I play, sing along to my favorite lullabies,
songs that lift and encourage and comfort,
and at last I realize
I have hidden hurts, fears,
sometimes just alone.
I need the cuddles, the warmth and the comfort,
and to check my everyday needs.
We need the darkness,
so in clinging together, we find light.
She needs me.
I need her.
I need me.
