birth mothering and beginning to breathe again.
Buried breaths and baby steps…
She’s been on my mind for thirty three years but I’ve never seen her face in full bloom. I remember only the weight of her presence on my tummy and soul.Her head was bruised from the forceps that pulled her from me. My heart was bruised as I signed papers with grown-up words like “unfit”…
Read MoreBuried breaths and baby steps…
She’s been on my mind for thirty three years but I’ve never seen her face in full bloom. I remember only the weight of her presence on my tummy and soul.Her head was bruised from the forceps that pulled her from me. My heart was bruised as I signed papers with grown-up words like “unfit”…
Read MoreBuried breaths and baby steps…
She’s been on my mind for thirty three years but I’ve never seen her face in full bloom. I remember only the weight of her presence on my tummy and soul.Her head was bruised from the forceps that pulled her from me. My heart was bruised as I signed papers with grown-up words like “unfit”…
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