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You came in quietly, softer than prayer,Before the world could learn to speak your name;We made a room inside our hearts with care,Then woke to find the room was not the same.No cradle waited, rocking in the night,No tiny socks lay folded in the drawer;Yet love had entered gently as the light,And left its trace… Continue reading The Child We Almost Knew: A Poem

The cup was broken before her hand let go. Tomorrow, one bright shard will still be found. Her mother said, Be careful, years ago. ~ Yesterday’s market gave its chipped blue glow, the kettle sang above the falling sound. The cup was broken before her hand let go. ~ At seven, she watched the steam… Continue reading Before Her Hand Let Go: A Poem

1. wake up early before the children (this may not happen) 2. make a coffee drink half reheat forget 3. sit down stand up sit down stand up pick up child put down child sit down stand up 4. say you will write open document type one sentence delete sentence hear shouting close document 5.… Continue reading How To Feel Like Yourself Again: A Poem

In Florence, paint was labour before praise,lapis crushed slowly, billed to velvet names.A chapel ceiling learned to lift its gaze,while bankers hid their logos in the flames.The patron leaned back, squinting at the Lord,"More gold, less hunger. Make the shadows clean.Could God look wealthy? Could belief affordto feel eternal and still sell the scene?"The painter… Continue reading It Was Only A Tool: A Poem

I stay home with three children I start most mornings already tired I do not feel in control of time The house fills quickly with noise Everything I do is unpaid work I rarely think about myself I rarely think about myself because I am responsible for the children There is always more practical work… Continue reading Life of a Stay-At-Home Mother: A Poem

I am writing about being tired. Not the poetic kind. Actual tired. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. Not the poetic kind. Not the kind that makes things feel meaningful. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. The kind that makes simple sentences feel long. Actual tired. I am tired… Continue reading Tired: A Poem

When they first learned to toddle on uncertain, dimpled feet, they pulled away with bright delight to find the world was sweet. . They wanted doors left open, wanted room to run ahead, and yet the dark would find them still curled in the middle of our bed. . They marched through school with backpacks… Continue reading What Comes Back: A Poem

O my family,small collection of noise and need,you rise with the sun and scatter crumbslike evidence of joy. Youone year old,still learning the grammar of the world,speaking in hands and eyes,teaching me that love beginsbefore language ever arrives. Youtwo years old,all insistence and wonder,a will made of lightning,testing gravity, patience, and mercywith the same fearless… Continue reading Ode To My Family

There was a space made for youbefore you arrived.A spot within our heartsa prayer without words. You existednot in weight or soundbut in becoming.In the soft whisper of hope,in plans that had not yet been madehow fragile they were. The world did not change its pace.Morning still came.Dishes still waited.Time did not pause to mourn.Only… Continue reading Life Unheld: A Poem

When panic arrives, narrow the room to breatheWhen panic arrives, narrow the room to breathePlace feet on floor, name what staysPlace feet on floor, name what staysWhen panic arrives, place feet on floorName what stays, narrow the room to breathe. Slow the body, count the secondsSlow the body, count the secondsTouch the chair, feel its… Continue reading Grounding: A Poem