I loved others before loving you.
more calm and confident I’ve found.
With your sister, everything was new.
I was focused on her every move.
I changed my ringtone to her laugh.
Three children will want my attention.
or when you cry out, jump to soothe.
and dash you off to A&E.
and some of your toys will have lost their sounds.
each phase you’ll reach I’ve seen before.
This time the feeling’s more complex.
I’ll be pleased to see you learn and grow,
but it will pull my heartstrings so.
this time I'll want to slow things down.
last crawl and last to ride my knee.
last rock to sleep, last cry to hush.
But the last child I will have is you.
And lasts are a special kind of thing.