
Oh child, your whinging at me says “I love you” to me,
Then I say it back to you,
You stop still and listen,
A smile comes on your face as take a breath, relax.
Oh child when you want attention,
You’re screaming at me,
You’re upsetting your siblings,
Sometimes a hug is all you need.
When I stop and pause at life,
Oh children you make me glad,
Your tantrums, your spirit,
Your haste and you screams all communicate something bigger to me.
For I take them as the physical nudges you love,
Bopples your head, making you giggle, lifting the sad.
For sometimes it’s just the “I love you” you seek,
Its whole and enough and you smile when I speak.
And sometimes it’s a cuddle,
Just a mummy hug you need,
It just comes out as squabble,
Screaming instead.
For sometimes it’s the care behind the actions,
Something is needed,
Somethings been subtracted.
With a little effort from me,
I know it can seem chaotic and crazy,
Don’t go fool me,
It’s deep, its whole, it’s collected, full of soul,
For child, you’re me and I’m giving you grace.






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