We came across this beautiful poem in our Facebook feed and had to share it. Obviously it resonated with everyone else too as it quickly received thousands of likes, shares and comments. We were delighted to discover that it is an Adelaide mum who penned these heart warming words. Kylie Covark, who has her own blog, Pickles and Pords, wrote this poem after a sleepless night with her baby earlier this week.
She commented, βIt has really touched my heart that so many of you have found something in it that you are able to connect toβ¦ In the middle of the night we are all alone, together.β
Sleepless Nights
by Kyles Covark of Pickles & Pords
You call for me at midnight,
You call for me at four.
Sometimes with a gurgle,
More often with a roar.
The night is big and lonely,
And you are oh so small.
Youβd like to see your mummy,
And so, my love, you call.
Itβs late and I am sleepy,
And so, my love, I grumble.
And as I pick you up again
You hear my tired mumble.
But nonetheless I hold you,
Rock you back to sleep.
I promised Iβd be there for you:
A promise that Iβll keep.
Then maybe later down the track,
(In eighteen years or more!)
Youβll call me once again, my love,
At two, or three, or four.
And once again Iβll grumble,
Iβll moan that it is late.
But Iβll always come and find you,
Iβll never make you wait.
And there might come a day,
When youβre a parent too.
And in the middle of the night
Your child will call for you.
And then youβll understand
That precious love so deep.
You wouldnβt trade it in
For a thousand nights of sleep.
Yet sometimes youβll be tired,
Youβll think youβve had enough.
Then you can call on me;
I know sleepless nights are tough.
Whether youβre a baby
Or when youβre fully grown.
You can always call on me, my love,
Youβll never be alone.
And though thereβll come a day
When we will be apart.
You can still always call on me;
Iβll be right there in your heart.
About the Author
In a previous life Kyles was a human rights educator with a Masters in Law and a PhD. She has now tumbled down the rabbit hole and into another life. In this one she lives in Adelaide with her husband and two very tiny humans named Pickles and Pords. Part-time university teacher, some-time blogger, full-time mum. She loves travel and music. Chocolate and wine. And books. Always books. Visit the Pickles and Pords blog here or see her Facebook page here.
We originally shared this poem on our Facebook page here and it has been re-published with permission.
