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Momma you need someone

I wrote this poem, when my baby was but a babe. The beginning is so hectic, and yet it goes by so fast
Slowing Down
To see his face
When he experiences the world
For the very first time
To lay beside him
And watch as he grows
From my body externalized
The drops of my essence
Milky white amber sheened
A majestic feat to define
Another’s body so literally
The hunger rages
I cannot eat enough
A shaking inside of me
As I lay down once more
Every time I do
My fears melt away
Like liquid gold
Stilling and willing
I give myself to the little one
Again and again
 
We are One Yet Another
My body creates his
That is a full-time job
Yet you can always have hobbies
If you have support
If you have a rock
A piece of wool to cover you
To warm you in the cold.
Someone to feed you
While you feed him
Someone to wash up
While you wash him
Someone to hold your hand
And tell you:
“You’re doing a great job momma”

Anthropologist, Mother, Yogi, Chocolate addict and writer

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