The Best Thing: A Poem for Logan

Alyssa KirkmanCommunity Stories, Family Stories, Newborn-Infant

Here we sit in the quiet, in the middle of the night
I’m cuddling, snuggling, holding you tight
And I can’t help but think of the journey we’re on
Of all of the bumps in a road that’s quite long
The surgeries you’ll face and the pain you’ll endure
And for what? Why’d this happen? Of that I’m not sure
We’ve just barely started, there’s so much time left
I think back to the day we first heard the word “cleft”
It seems like just yesterday, but also so long
Since we sat in that room and found out what was wrong
There were tears, there was fear, there were feelings so mixed
And all people said was, “oh that can be fixed”
I worried so much about how you would feed
And would I be everything that you would need?
Would I see you the way I saw your sister and brother?
Would I be all that you needed and more in a mother?
And don’t get me wrong, I know there’s much worse
But I grieved you, my last baby, not able to nurse
Would we have the same bond? Would you love me as much?
Would you feel just as safe in the hands of my touch?
But with you here in my arms now, sleeping sound on my chest
You’ve managed to put all my worries to rest
You are everything I needed and more in a son
And for that I am grateful, I feel like I’ve won
You have taught me so much in such a short time
And to put it quite simply, you’re the best thing that’s mine.