Motherhood - Visitor's Poem

by Liz Gillespie
(Scotland, UK)

Tap tap tap goes the morse code on my leg
The little one has woken and wants to be fed
His empty bottle in hand and a pleading look in his eye
He points to the fridge and lets out a sigh

After noon nap a chance to catch up
A cuppa tea first and then I won't stop
All to quickly after putting him to bed
the morse code tapping starts again on my leg

Play time begins and his face is a picture
proud of his creation of a beautiful …. Errr … creature
Night garden people are all now in bed
and he taps out his agreement with morse code on my leg

all shiny and clean and so snugly and soft
my son has his blanky and heads for his cot
Peacefully sleeping wrapped up in his bed
I am already missing his morse code on my leg