This waking moment is mine alone My encounter with peace so
brief Like gossamer wings illuminated upon a ray of light My husband
purrs beside me His day is spent The rhythm of his breath tells no tales
of how his day went. My babies breath is light and warm And belongs to
sweetest sleep Like butterflies on buddleia on breezeless days My
children become one With duvet feather cotton wool I cannot see where
their bodies end and their dreams begin. I long to hold this peace
forever For tonight We are all safe and together.
Nov 08
Sweetest Dreams
Sunny sleeps in Meadows Musk the shade of earth deep like
India Faithfull in every breath Always believing in positive
Romey all around the world Like a family in camper A colourful of
culture Subtle like the princess of Osyth
Nature entwined amongst the Bracken Sweet sweet Honeysuckle in
May Rain fresh dew perfumed air Revitalizing all of the senses
Indigo as playful as an Otter Fishing the rippling Blue The Moon is
full like a Soulful of Narnia The Lilac of spirituality The dolphin of
lagoon
Full of pink peace with tinges of green The chords of a guitar Like
all the colours of a Rainbow Shades of home with roses and magic
Acorns Oaks and faerie kings And Meadow Sweet that grows in
rings Blythe Merry days and Sky’s of Blue Romance Eliza Maude bless
you
Old lady now of all my dreams It seams the sweetest do
come true.
From My Maternity Suite
I am missing my husband The need to nurture and be
nurtured Makes my belly soft with longing I want to rest into the folds
of his body And uncoil into his safety. His love.
Anticipating mind. Arms cradled Desperate to sweep up And
reassure my small children My glacical eyes cannot hide My beating heart
is theirs.
My breasts warm with maternal ness Waiting for my newborns to wake up
and take comfort And find the path to my milky soul. My spirit is all
consumed with the desire to nurture my harvest My whole being yearning to
embrace my family And never ever let go.
Oct 2003
Twins
The amazing birth of our babies Reliant on the warmth of my
breast Premature but perfectly tiny So precious is life over death
The beautiful breath of our baby Cupped in the palm of my
hands Precious life kisses his body Nobody but us understands
How lucky we are.
Jan 20004
For my Babies
Love So precious A warmth of the most perfect
temperature Unimaginable unless experienced Life’s treasure The
ultimate pleasure Perfection So knowingly Deeper more surer than
instinct A blessing-your first night One now two, but still one To
hold your new baby The silent sharing secret time together For eternity
I am now your mother So sacred, so real I thank you for my
completeness So peaceful, so true, so deep I thank you I love you
2003
Blythe Merry age 3
Beautiful shining little lady Your maternal ness does so amaze
me Compassion of the Mother Mary And you are but a little Merry
Beautiful Shining little faerie Your insight is far beyond me I love
you more than life itself Just as I do your brother elf.
By mummy petal fish
2000
The Pause
She takes a pregnant pause Whether to conceive their first
child
Or not She wears life heavy upon her shoulders Needing space Complete
freedom from her works With a warm climate So she can bare no
clothes Lay naked, effortless in the sun She needs to live the
pause Become a child To find complete freedom to weave her works To
conceive a life from her own Spiritual, happy, free.
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