Our little girl is poorly. So I got a bit wordy at 2am last night.
Baby T is in hosp at the moment fighting some rubbish infection! Her and bex doing ok. The NHS ARE THE FRICKEN BEST. Thanks for all the lovely messages.
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Sixteen steps
Sixteen steps it takes me to walk from your hospital window to your ward room door
Sixteen steps before I turn around and walk back across the floor.
In Sixteen steps I can hear the tick tock of the bedroom clock
In Sixteen steps I hear the regular beep of the machine next door
In Sixteen steps I can hear the generators whirring outside
In Sixteen steps I can see the nurses walk by.
In sixteen steps I listen to every breath you take
In Sixteen steps I listen to the sounds you make
In Sixteen steps I listen for only you.
In sixteen steps we are trying to not wake momma
In sixteen steps we are trying to help you sleep
In ten steps we stop. You start to wake.
In no steps, I bundle you close and you grab my face.
In six more steps you’re back to sleep as we pace.
Sixteen steps because we won’t hit any windows and doors
Sixteen steps for my eyes have been closed
Sixteen steps and we’re nearing two am
Sixteen steps in and we’ve been doing this for hours
For sixteen steps I rock you in my arms
For sixteen steps we walk nice and calm
For sixteen steps I assure you everything will be ok.
In sixteen steps, we do not stop at the door.
In sixteen steps, we turn around,
and do sixteen more.
In sixteen steps, nothing else matters in this world but you, your brothers, your momma and me.
In sixteen steps, you will feel free.
In sixteen steps, you are close to me.