Swinging between two poles of:

“I’m so tired”

And

“I love you so much”

You don’t even notice

How the night-time turns into broad day-light

And as your baby girl closes her eyes again
Drifting back into peaceful sleep
All those moments she stole the sweetest part of your dream

Are swiftly brushed away

As if they never happened

The Dichotomy of Parenthood.