I'm realising now, this is what a home means...

I’m beginning to notice things I didn’t before
Like your tiny gumboots waiting at the door

Curious fingernails with dirt underneath
The way you say “ahhhh” as I brush those small teeth

Your little frayed toothbrush, where once there were two
The light in your eyes when you discover something new

Tissues upon tissues for that button nose
Hanging mountains of washing of tiny clothes

Colours and mess as I watch you creating
Painting with food while the dog sits there waiting

Those wobbly thighs before you hit the floor
A cuddle and a kiss as you try once more

The content that I feel, seeing your full round tum
The love that I have for that cushioned nappy bum

That perfect home, remembering clean
Realising now, this is a what a home means

My mind clouded daily with nursery songs
The sweetest sound I ever heard when you sing along

Alerting me to every car, truck and plane
On our walks in the morning, every day it’s the same

The longest nights as I stroke your hair
Your eyes flutter closed just knowing I’m there

The way you find joy in the simplest of things
In every season and what it brings

Understanding sometimes these may feel like a chore
Will be my fondest memories when I don’t have them anymore

Before the training wheels come off and those new teeth come through
I’ll revel in these moments, this version of you.

By our talented contributing writer - Jess Urlichs

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