I am thrilled to share a poem I wrote, published by Mother's Always Write
I think my baby poked my heart
in utero with nail or toe.
What else could send my heart a swell
but a rush of care to clot a cut?
The contents of my chamber inflamed
began to leak sugar sweet,
treacle trickle kept a gash agape,
drip drop from rupture spot.
Heart sap coated veins and bones.
Perspired through open pores
and filled the walls and halls of home
with sticky gold gone rogue.
A residue I could not undo
or scrub from floors or bones
What was contained, pervades remains,
and now I know, I’m love.