Poetry Prints
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.
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.