A postpartum lullaby.

Milky nectar in my hair and wet patches mark my shirt.

We dance together at midnight.

Tender scar and softness from our first journey together.

She now lives in my arms.

Smiles in the shadows and kisses like sprinkles.

She is my sweet daisy love.

Daylight breaks through gum trees and birds sing their morning melodies.

We will sleep again soon.

Love and sweetness always - even in the crazy.

Our new normal. Ever-changing.

- Rachel Charge x