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note from Beth: from May through August 2015, I am featuring some
delicious guest writers here on the blog as I recover from pregnancy and birth and
adjust to our new family rhythms (find more details here). Enjoy!}
in a whisper, cradling gently
the strength born of grief
the muscle walls thick and sturdy
from the hard work of continuing to live and
send nourishment through
arteries and veins.
here is what i would say:
(and you would have a hard time understanding
as the tears flow, breaking up what is left of my windy
voice)
"here is hope
she is your mother;
you are hers,
held and seen in each
others' arms"
you would hear:
...hope...
...mother...
...see...
and it would be enough.
This is quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever read in my entire life.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning. I am steeping myself in these words and breathings today. {{thank you}}
ReplyDeletethanks for reading, Christine! <3
ReplyDeletethat is an amazing thing to say. <3 <3 <3
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