Sitting, I wrap my hands lovingly around my belly. I am not a mother quite yet, but already I have a mother’s love for her child. Already I am nurturing and taking care of myself, and in doing so, I am taking care of my unborn child. Soothing, I rock the crying infant to sleep,Continue reading “A Mother’s Love”
When a Mother Cries, a poem dedicated to all the unseen tears ever shed by a parent.