Poetry Prints

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Raised embossed print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

A perfect gift for any mother.

Original Poems of Powerful Postpartum.

Raised print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

Time

Would you ask the caterpillar

to morph overnight?

Would you ask the spider

to spin in daylight?

Would you ask the tulip

to bloom with the moon?

Or a snowflake to fall

in the middle of June?

If you peel back the petals

of a lily too soon,

will she not bruise

and perish in ruin?

Witness

Any dear relationship

unearths rock and gold,

but motherhood will take you past

the crust to inner core.

Every ore dug from your depths

is your own wealth to hold.

Your findings dusted of all dirt,

your treasure to explore.

Center

When the winds whirl

in the dead of night,

her safest place

to weather the storm

is found in the

center of her home.

Heart Leak

I think my baby poked my heart

in utero with nail or toe.

What else could send my heart a swell

but a rush of care to clot a cut?

The contents of my chamber inflamed

began to leak sugar sweet,

treacle trickle kept a gash agape,

drip drop from rupture spot.

Heart sap coated veins and bones.

Perspired through open pores

and filled the walls and halls of home

with sticky gold gone rogue.

A residue I could not undo

or scrub from floors or bones

What was contained, pervades remains,

and now I know, I’m love.

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Raised embossed print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

A perfect gift for any mother.

Original Poems of Powerful Postpartum.

Raised print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

Time

Would you ask the caterpillar

to morph overnight?

Would you ask the spider

to spin in daylight?

Would you ask the tulip

to bloom with the moon?

Or a snowflake to fall

in the middle of June?

If you peel back the petals

of a lily too soon,

will she not bruise

and perish in ruin?

Witness

Any dear relationship

unearths rock and gold,

but motherhood will take you past

the crust to inner core.

Every ore dug from your depths

is your own wealth to hold.

Your findings dusted of all dirt,

your treasure to explore.

Center

When the winds whirl

in the dead of night,

her safest place

to weather the storm

is found in the

center of her home.

Heart Leak

I think my baby poked my heart

in utero with nail or toe.

What else could send my heart a swell

but a rush of care to clot a cut?

The contents of my chamber inflamed

began to leak sugar sweet,

treacle trickle kept a gash agape,

drip drop from rupture spot.

Heart sap coated veins and bones.

Perspired through open pores

and filled the walls and halls of home

with sticky gold gone rogue.

A residue I could not undo

or scrub from floors or bones

What was contained, pervades remains,

and now I know, I’m love.

Raised embossed print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

A perfect gift for any mother.

Original Poems of Powerful Postpartum.

Raised print in black in on thick card stock. Poems are sold unframed. All sized 8.5x11”

Time

Would you ask the caterpillar

to morph overnight?

Would you ask the spider

to spin in daylight?

Would you ask the tulip

to bloom with the moon?

Or a snowflake to fall

in the middle of June?

If you peel back the petals

of a lily too soon,

will she not bruise

and perish in ruin?

Witness

Any dear relationship

unearths rock and gold,

but motherhood will take you past

the crust to inner core.

Every ore dug from your depths

is your own wealth to hold.

Your findings dusted of all dirt,

your treasure to explore.

Center

When the winds whirl

in the dead of night,

her safest place

to weather the storm

is found in the

center of her home.

Heart Leak

I think my baby poked my heart

in utero with nail or toe.

What else could send my heart a swell

but a rush of care to clot a cut?

The contents of my chamber inflamed

began to leak sugar sweet,

treacle trickle kept a gash agape,

drip drop from rupture spot.

Heart sap coated veins and bones.

Perspired through open pores

and filled the walls and halls of home

with sticky gold gone rogue.

A residue I could not undo

or scrub from floors or bones

What was contained, pervades remains,

and now I know, I’m love.