I saw a picture of me
From 7 years ago
A tiny wisp of a thing
Like a strong wind might
Knock me right over.
I took a lot of stock
In that type of thing
Back then.
The less space I took up,
The better.
Now I’ve got pounds
From each of my babies
Clinging to my bones.
My hips, breasts, skin stretched
To accommodate them.
There are days
I relish past memories.
That look, energy, freedom.
Then I remember the miracle
God did with my body
To create this family.
Whatever I thought
Back then
Is but a whisper
Compared to what is now.
Tag: love
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Your blond head heavy on my thigh
Sleeping deeply in your baby way
In this rare, peaceful moment of time
I take a brief minute to prayLord, thank you this precious treasure
A gift much rarer than gold
This child’s value is too great to measure
Unlike a thing to be bought or soldYou grew in my womb
Creating you with God’s magic
A tiny egg in a dark tomb
An ancient, indescribable relicI want to bottle up this sliver of time
Put it on like my favorite sweater
Beautiful enough to be a crime
Staring at you like a long lost letterBabies don’t keep, they say
Cliche and sadly true
I find myself grasping anyway
I will try to let go when it’s dueThe weight of that is mine to bear
A mystery for mothers alone
To grow you inside out
Knowing this time is on loanWho you will one day be
Is both entirely & not at all
Up to me
God don’t let me fall. -
Soulmates because we decided it.
No fairy dust or magic tricks.
We wrestle love to the ground
Our Covenant over our comfort.
We cultivate the butterflies
Instead of expecting them.
Eternity is a thing we understand
It’s wrapped our fourth fingers
A statement against the world
And it’s fledgling definition of love.
It is supposed to be some days
Not meant to be others
None of it matters
Because we choose it today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
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We’ve arrived at Seven years
Starting this with tragedy & tears
What we learned was to cling fast
Through raging storms & we’ll last
Babies came bringing delight
Our plans & dreams now feel right
But babies keep us wide awake
Cleanse our selfishness till we break
We wouldn’t trade a single fight
For the bond that’s now sealed tight
They say this year may begin
A certain romantic tailspin
We know this won’t be our end
Our wounds we’ll continue to mend
We claim this victory as our own
With God’s help we face the unknown
Hand in hand we confront another day
Till eternity draws us in her way.
Kacie B. Sharpe 