Early Morning

Early morning is so beautiful to me.

It seems somehow more virtuous than late morning.

The hard working people moving about,

many without the convenience of expensive coffee,

or even cars for that matter.

Nursing has reintroduced me to an old love,

the kind I can thankfully revisit time and again,

one that I hope never loses its silent, 

strong, wonder.

I find myself swimming in romanticism these days,

and I have to be honest and say I like it.

Early morning and all that you bring,

I admire you.

Sweetness

And the sweetness is still there
though admittedly tinged with guilt.
Envy of those whose babies gulp,
while mine strains for droplets
from breasts yet unfulfilled.

The sweetness still radiates from bright eyes
and the softest little feet,
raised eyebrows, smiles during sleep,
where dreams I can't begin to imagine fill
a mind developing so fast words fail me.

Frustration still clouds the view sometimes.
While every child seems perfect,
"the only thing greater than thyself",
every parent is certainly not.
The murkier waters of fatigue inspired
doubt, anger, disappointment in self or support,
challenges me (even if other parents remain above the fray).

The sweetness is sweet,
in taste, in sight, in smell, in touch
just so sweet.