Miscarriages

Miscarriages

Where have the children gone?

Where are their lovely faces?

Tender and naughty, curious and fun,

Why all these empty spaces?

My heart longs and aches to hold my lost babies

Even as I hold this precious one,

And I am a very diligent and grateful mom

As I teach my only son.

ã5 December 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

A Woman’s Time, A Mother’s Heart

A Woman’s Time, A Mother’s Heart

The time of my moon is a powerful time

When I feel my womanly strength

And feel a part of the cycle of life,

Traversing its breadth and length.

There is life in the blood, and it is strong

As I yearn for more life to grow—

All around me and inside me again,

Seeds of life to sow.

When it is time, may life come forth.

This is the desire of my heart,

And to those around me with each smile,

Each glance, a gift of life impart.

ã5 December 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.