Sometimes I want it to go on forever: this exhaustion in the summer evening, this ache in my belly of love for these little people who need me. The thought of them growing up is too painful to think about just now. Let’s pretend you will always come and sit on my lap for cuddles, give me a kiss on the lips, hold my hand as we walk down the street.
This poem made it into ‘There You Are’, my book of 34 hand lettered and illustrated poems about motherhood. You can find it in my Etsy shop here.
elisabeth pike 