Coming to Life
I feel them forming
in the womb of my heart
Slowly and thoughtfully
Until it is their time.
Some are born in tears
Some swaddled in laughter.
I bend over them
As they emerge,
I tend to them
Readying them for their journey
Out into the world.
I am birthmother
and midwife
To my poems,
The children of my heart.
in the womb of my heart
Slowly and thoughtfully
Until it is their time.
Some are born in tears
Some swaddled in laughter.
I bend over them
As they emerge,
I tend to them
Readying them for their journey
Out into the world.
I am birthmother
and midwife
To my poems,
The children of my heart.