Poetry - A Mother’s Wading

How we minimize the mother

Her metamorphosis.

We tell her the solutions are in

a babysitter

arbitrary self-care

a tube of lipstick

a part time job

Here she is

face to face with her darkness,

her unconscious surfacing

bubbling hints revealed like sea foam.

She is given an opportunity to deep dive

to the riches at the bottom of the ocean,

a rare chance to reach her own soul –

and we tell her to wade in shallow water.

Powerful Postpartum

   Kelly Van Zandt