Tag Archives: babywearing

I Carry You Always

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I Carry You Always.

A poem for European Babywearing Week 2017
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New life in my belly, I carried you inside.

Birthed into my arms and from first you cried,

I wrapped you softly in cloth tied around,

Placed gently where you’d still hear my heart’s sound.

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While cushy fabric held us skin to skin,

I fell in love and I breathed you in.

Happiness; smelling your head on my chest.

I was your world as you nursed at my breast.

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I carried you as you explored and learned,

At exploits end, to my arms you returned.

I carried you safe and close as you grew,

Learned to walk, to run and before I knew,

I’d carried you to a new phase, new zone.

Watched you stride into a life of your own.

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What once woven threads held bound together,

Now bonds of love form an unseen tether,

Keeping us connected when we’re apart,

‘Cos I carry you always…  in my heart.

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I Wear My Baby

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I Wear My Baby.

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I wear my baby in a sling.

For travelling it’s our favourite thing,

From buses and trains to stairs and shops,

Babywearing means we don’t have to stop.

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I wear my baby in a wrap,

It’s perfect when little one needs a nap.

So whether out and about or cooking the dinner,

Babe’s sound asleep and I’m onto a winner.

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I wear my baby when we’re out walking,

No wheels or handles? Now we’re talking!

Rough roads, cobble stones or through a tight squeeze,

Wearing my baby means we manage with ease.

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I wear my baby on my back,

There’s so many ways, I can hardly keep track.

Short wraps and long ones, buckles and rings,

Spots, stripes and patterns, what versatile things.

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I wear my baby in the rain,

Pushing a buggy with a brolly’s just such a pain.

It’s easy to keep us both lovely and dry,

When baby’s wrapped cosy and carried up high.

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I wear my baby so when she needs nursed,

A slight adjustment means she can quench her own thirst.

Feeding baby’s a doddle when you’re all that they need,

Wherever you are, your baby can feed.

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I wear my baby and I’m proud,

To be part of a global babywearing crowd.

Across the whole world and in every place,

We wear our babies, ‘cos it’s where they feel safe.

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I wear my baby because you see,

It’s really where they’re supposed to be.

As old as time, it’s not one of those ‘fads’

And who doesn’t love to see babywearing Dads!.

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I wear my baby ‘cos she loves to be sung,

And I love it too, it’s like wearing a hug.

I know in the future that I’ll dearly miss,

When I wore her close, close enough to kiss.

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Do you have a favourite baby carrier or sling? I love hearing from readers so please share your favourite thing about babywearing in the comments below 🙂

A Mama’s Promise

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A Mama’s Promise

For my Nevada Angel.

 

I kept you within till you journeyed earthside, then held you, smelled you and squeezed you with pride.

So perfectly formed, so special and small and what I was doing I didn’t know at all.

Looking back I can see how much we’ve both grown, these fourteen months have really flown.

I’ve been your mama and I’ve learned how, to be, when you needed me, in the here and now.

 

And I’ve fed you baby, at my breast

and carried you close against my chest.

 

You’ve taught me patience and given me strength. I didn’t think I could do it but we’ve gotten this length.

Look at you now with your pink shoes on, running this way and that from the break of dawn.

So quick to tears, so quick to laugh, you’ll lead anyone willing up the garden path!

I’ve watched proudly as you’ve mastered each new skill, kissed away your tears after each stumble and spill.

 

And I’ve fed you baby, at my breast

and carried you warm against my chest.

 

Each moment you nurse now, sprawled in my lap, my love flows with my milk, unconditional, on tap.

Your eyes gaze up, trusting completely.  A smile creeps across and milk dribbles discretely.

I’ll be your mama, even when you are grown and from this sweet, safe nest you’ll have up and flown.

But for so long as you choose, I’ll be right here, with arms and heart open so you needn’t fear…

 

…cos I’ll feed you baby, at my breast

and carry you wrapped against my chest.