It’s not too late
to go to wild places,
alone,
and unafraid…
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The experience of post-natal depression has made life now with my children more poignant, more alive, more layered. It has complicated our relationships, and humbled me.
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Lullaby for Mothers started with one quiet moment with my son, a few scrawled notes and a single poem.
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It is the air itself
that saves us.
Night’s cool cover, a cloth
on our burning face…
I gather fallen limbs,
handle lichened bones
with reverence,
returning them
to the base of their tree.
I know you’re tired,
lurching from one exhausted moment
to the next, rushed
through life
like a cloud
at the mercy of the wind…
Sleepless elbows and knees find my hip,
shin, and the tender bone under my eye,
my body remembering a knot of child
kneading my bladder, stealing my breath,
stamping footprints on my belly…