poems
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Heartbeat – a poem for happy, sad expectant mothers
Last spring as oak leaves finally came in green I stared at them, blue sky between, felt sad about things outside my grasp, no control for what may happen next. But before the spring turned up sad I found out about you one Sunday afternoon. Tucked quiet, happy in my womb, I thought all that’s… Continue reading
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There Are Things I Wasn’t Prepared for When I Became a Mother
there are things I wasn’t prepared for when I became a mother. how four years later I’d feel sad for my son who loved a beetle-bug he kept in a small pumpkin house or crawling cheerfully on his dinosaur shirt. my son carried this bug so happily, so carefully, but the beetle-bug would fall on… Continue reading
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There Will Come a June (Just You Wait)
Rewind to the June we were neck-deep in infertility and you’ll find me in the photo below. Picking these flowers became such a special part of my summer season which was otherwise marked by the harshness of time. But there would come a day my miracle toddler son and I would go on a walk… Continue reading
