A Poem for the Mamas

In honor of World Breastfeeding Week, I'm sharing a poem that came to mind in the middle of the night shortly after my third baby girl was born. Whether you're a young mom, old mom, or grandma; these tiny, tender moments with little ones feel so special and treasured. I hope you feel a bit of that magic through this poem.

Rocker

By Michelle Schaefer

Shiny, bright and new

Ready for a fresh arrival

I wait

Here now

Little hands, tiny feet, the smallest cry

I’m here to soothe

I rock

Rock me to calm the tiny cries

Rock me while mamas have tired eyes

Rock me with swaddled sleeping babes

I rock

Tiny infants to toddling toddlers

Countless stories told

Midnight wakings, call for mama

I rock

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Hours rocked

Hours snuggled

Hours soothing little hearts

I rock

I hear running, doors slamming,

Backpacks dropped

Snacks eaten

laughter shared

I wait

Empty room

It’s quiet now

I’m covered in dust

She sneaks in

I slowly rock

Gnarled hands, slower steps

Doorbell rings

A baby coos

A sleeping babe placed in her arms,

Easing herself in

I rock