My baby cries,
hurt
or scared,
or just alone.
I cuddle, keep her warm,
check what she needs.
I play, sing along to my favorite lullabies,
songs that lift and encourage and comfort,
and at last I realize
I have hidden hurts, fears,
sometimes just alone.
I need the cuddles, the warmth, the comfort.
I need her.
She needs me.
I need me.
