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My moons, my moms

My moons, my moms

Like the moon, in our pregnancy we expand. Slowly, gradually, and over a set gestation, And then, when we are full, we birth new life. Like the moon too, we then wane. Having given every ounce of our energy and our being to our creation, we sacrifice all that was. Physically, emotionally, we decompress. We… Read more

Third time’s charm

Third time’s charm

I saw you last week and it made you real. Not that you haven’t consumed my every thought, and not that I’m not holding you in my heart. I’m not saying I couldn’t feel you were there. I certainly have watched my belly expand to fit you, and my pants stretch to accommodate your growth,… Read more

Moments

Moments

Sleep in on a Sunday, and then honour a wish to hold them tight. Because the dirty dishes can go unwashed. Because the floor can be swept later on, and because the yogurt can go on living in their hair just a couple hours or a day more. Their socks needn’t match. Respect your combined… Read more

After the storm

After the storm

There always comes a calm. That moment when the pain slips away into her distant memory. That moment when it becomes worth her sacrifice. Everything before the calm was either a nightmare or a dream. Everything was either nothing she needed or everything she required. Everything is a chapter closed. I can promise you the… Read more

My torso turtleneck

My torso turtleneck

It’s raining outside and you hold me tight. Upright, even, against the storm. Yours is the snug embrace that meets me where I’m at. On any given day, you have no expectations of me other than to grow. To continue growing, as a person, growing a person. You are my maternity pants. Accepting when my… Read more

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