You are not my first; that much is true; I loved another before loving you.**
I am a different mother this time around; more calm and confident I have found.**
With your brother everything was new; I was focused on his every move.**
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Each tiny smile was photographed; I changed my ringtone to his laugh.**
Since you came, there’s a new dimension; two children now want my attention.**
And sometimes you are left in your chair; whilst I play with your brother over there.**
I cannot watch your every move, or you cry out, jump to soothe; I don’t panic every time you sneeze and ease you off.**
Your rattles and teddy are handed-down; some toys may have lost their sound.**
There’s less concern if your blanket is scratchy; your baby back is a little patchy.**
I know what the next months have in store; each phase you reach I’ve seen before.**
This doesn’t mean I love you less; this time the feelings are more complex.**
I’m pleased to see you learn and grow; but it all pulls my heartstrings so.**
I was so excited the first time; but this time I wanted to slow things down.**
Your “FIRSTS” will all be “LASTS” for me; last crawl and last to ride my knee.**
Last nappy,breastfeed spoon of mush; the last rock-to-sleep, the last cry to hush.**
You we’re not my first born this is true; But the last child I will have is you.**
You’re the last lullaby I’ll ever sing; And “lasts” are a special kind of thing.**
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Aawe… so cute