Poem: Cuddled

  

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.