Climbing Mountains

Mountains: A mountain is a large landform that stretches above the surrounding land in a limited area usually in the form of a peak. A mountain is generally steeper than a hill.

I lay cuddly and warm,
Relishing the calm before the storm.
Head burrowed deep,
Desperately wanting, needing more sleep.

The day stretches ominously ahead,
Too long, too difficult, must stay in bed.
A mountain so hard to climb,
Until sleep again an endless time.

Effort needed, no energy there.
Only panic, fear and despair.
From warmth and comfort, feeling at ease,
To noise and madness and children to please.

But then I force myself up, breathe air,
Rub eyes, stretch limbs, smooth hair.
See smiling children, hear ‘morning mum,’
Excited, hopeful for a day of fun.

Eternal optimists, boundless joy,
Infectious, comforting, my girl and my boys.
Cuddles, love, ‘mummy’s awake,’
All the sadness, fear, away they take.

Precious children, heal me with love,
Climbing the mountain I look down from above.
This day is a good day, isn’t tough.
I soon discover days aren’t long enough.

Prose for Thought

22 Comments on Climbing Mountains

  1. judithkingston
    June 13, 2013 at 1:08 pm (9 years ago)

    What a beautiful contrast between first feeling the day is endless and later not long enough. Lovely poem.

  2. blueberetmum
    June 13, 2013 at 1:49 pm (9 years ago)

    Love the comparison – know the feeling too well…

  3. Nell @ the Pigeon Pair and Me
    June 13, 2013 at 1:52 pm (9 years ago)

    Those morning smiles make everything feel better, don’t they? I’ll always remember the feeling I had, waking each morning to see Austin’s face, grinning into mine (he was a very smiley baby). It was heaven.

    • InstinctiveMum
      June 16, 2013 at 6:19 pm (9 years ago)

      Ah yes, their smiles make everything seem ok, they are infectious!

  4. dragonsflypoppy
    June 13, 2013 at 6:56 pm (9 years ago)

    A lovely poem. A feeling of weariness before opening our eyes in the morning. And then we see their sparkle and zest for life, and it’s contagious. I love it x

  5. Helen Braid
    June 13, 2013 at 7:23 pm (9 years ago)

    If only they’d sleep till about 9am then life would be just perfect… I love ‘force myself up, breathe air’. That’s me – once I’m up I can just get in with it and face the day xx

    • InstinctiveMum
      June 16, 2013 at 6:19 pm (9 years ago)

      Us mums are good at that aren’t we, getting on with things! (Once we’re actually up of course!) 😉 x

  6. Stephanie
    June 13, 2013 at 7:30 pm (9 years ago)

    Oh I know those days! Wait all day for bedtime then they look so sweet asleep I want to wake them up!

  7. Emma
    June 15, 2013 at 12:54 pm (9 years ago)

    The juxtaposition of morn and eve is so poetic. our children play havoc with our emotions don’t they, I feel you summed it up perfectly. Thanks for this lovely #Prose4T xx

    • InstinctiveMum
      June 16, 2013 at 6:20 pm (9 years ago)

      Pleasure, thank you for taking the time to read and comment x

  8. Victoria Welton (@VicWelton)
    June 15, 2013 at 6:17 pm (9 years ago)

    Somehow the children really do become our strength – this poem sums that up completely :). As always some beautiful writing from you. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought xx

  9. Helen
    June 17, 2013 at 1:22 pm (9 years ago)

    Getting up is hard, hard, hard! But you’re right the days just seem to fly past!

  10. Mama and More aka Zaz
    June 21, 2013 at 11:45 pm (9 years ago)

    I can definitely empathise with that feeling sometimes of wanting to hide into slumber, and needing to pull yourself into facing the day, as beloved as your children are. Beautifully written. Xxx


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