Hello to you…

It’s been a big few weeks in the world (again, always). I’m sending you love wherever you are and in whatever circumstances this finds you. I hope you are well.

This poem is a response to all that is going on. I know so many of us are supporting others through this time, as well as trying to take care of ourselves. I acknowledge you for all you are doing, for yourself, for your family and friends, and for the collective.

3am

He can’t sleep—

and although not sleeping
makes perfect sense given, 

well, 

everything—

at 3am the temptation to lie

to say it’s all okay,
to promise better tomorrows…
that temptation is strong,
and my eyelids are heavy
like the truth of the world is heavy.
I want to say it’s alright.

I want to say you can sleep now,
but then I think of Rumi
and how, together with the dawn,
he whispers
don’t go back to sleep
and I remember
we all need to wake up now.

It’s time to wake up,
and my son still hasn’t slept,
so instead of promising anything,
I force my eyes wide open
and tell him
I’m awake too

and I’m listening. Tell me all about it.

Until 30 November I am posting copies of Lullaby for Mothers overseas so they will arrive in time for Christmas.

If you would like a copy for you or someone in your life, you can order directly from me at the link below.

The first 10 people to order will also receive a handwritten copy of this poem, 3am, tucked inside their book.

With love,
Mary xx

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