Healing birth
POEM.
They held my hand as I counted,
A gentle care for my past trauma.
And as the numbness swept down,
Up rushed a rising nausea.
Just the way you are
POEM.
Mama you are Enough,
just the way you are.
To your babies you’re everything -
their universe and rising star.
Jacaranda Trees
POEM
I dreamt of jacaranda trees, Purple flowers littering the floor. The smell of Spring lingered in the air, And your silhouette in the door.
Maiden to mother
POEM.
A process of becoming,
Of breaking the mold of who you are.
Once one free spirt flying,
Now a vessel for a speck of star.