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Note to Friends and a Poem by Mother
Note to friends and a poem by my mother -
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I eagerly anticipate the arrival of my daughter, I find myself reflecting on the roles our hands and feet play in our lives. They're the tools with which we navigate the world, but they're also symbols of love, nurturing, and a source of great pleasure. It brings to mind a beautiful poem and a stunning photo by my mother that captured her grace and femininity.
My mother's hands and feet were instrumental in shaping who I am today, guiding me with love and wisdom until her untimely passing at the age of 46. This photo, in particular, holds a special place in my heart as it immortalizes her timeless beauty, desired by so many before her time on this earth was cut short.
As I move toward becoming a mother, I carry her memory with me, drawing strength from her legacy of love and resilience. I look forward to introducing my daughter to you all soon, sharing the joy and wonder she brings into our lives.
With love,
Lauryn
Hands and Feet by Nizana
In the quiet of the night, as my baby sleeps,
I hear beauty in the rhythm of her breath.
I give thanks for these hands and feet,
Instruments of love now made complete.
With each tender touch and soothing caress,
I provide for her needs and share my breasts.
My own mother gave and she stood tall,
Working tirelessly to provide for us all,
She placed her strength and resilience in me,
Guiding me with love, then setting me free.
I’m grateful for the love that brought us all here,
For the joy we shared in bringing her near.
So here's to these hands and feet of mine,
They've been blessed by the passing of time.
To nurture, to care, to love without end,
As into the world a new life I now send.
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I eagerly anticipate the arrival of my daughter, I find myself reflecting on the roles our hands and feet play in our lives. They're the tools with which we navigate the world, but they're also symbols of love, nurturing, and a source of great pleasure. It brings to mind a beautiful poem and a stunning photo by my mother that captured her grace and femininity.
My mother's hands and feet were instrumental in shaping who I am today, guiding me with love and wisdom until her untimely passing at the age of 46. This photo, in particular, holds a special place in my heart as it immortalizes her timeless beauty, desired by so many before her time on this earth was cut short.
As I move toward becoming a mother, I carry her memory with me, drawing strength from her legacy of love and resilience. I look forward to introducing my daughter to you all soon, sharing the joy and wonder she brings into our lives.
With love,
Lauryn
Hands and Feet by Nizana
In the quiet of the night, as my baby sleeps,
I hear beauty in the rhythm of her breath.
I give thanks for these hands and feet,
Instruments of love now made complete.
With each tender touch and soothing caress,
I provide for her needs and share my breasts.
My own mother gave and she stood tall,
Working tirelessly to provide for us all,
She placed her strength and resilience in me,
Guiding me with love, then setting me free.
I’m grateful for the love that brought us all here,
For the joy we shared in bringing her near.
So here's to these hands and feet of mine,
They've been blessed by the passing of time.
To nurture, to care, to love without end,
As into the world a new life I now send.
Published 9th May 2024
| Edited 11th May 2024
Author's Note
A note on my condition and reason for my short absence along with a poem I found in Mother's things. Photo is edited from one of her from a couple of years ago.
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A lovely maternal poem, and agree with what you say about the photo of her. I pray you have a good healthy birth with your daughter and a big hello from me to her when the time comes. I love the thought of having got to know three generations of a family through DUP, all in the space of less than 3 years!
And, of course, hands and feet can play a part in making love (especially if one has a fetish for the latter)..Think I might have suggested some ideas for myself there!
And, of course, hands and feet can play a part in making love (especially if one has a fetish for the latter)..Think I might have suggested some ideas for myself there!
9th May 2024 2:17pm
Thank you for your kindness. Mother's poem did inspire me to write something that I'll post in a few minutes.
Her picture inspired this rhyming caption:;
Cross your legs, and raise your dress:
let me admire their bareness
before you step in with me
and twine those legs around me.
It also reminds me of a mistress of an English king (coincidentally near-ancestress of our present Queen) who said she always curtsied before going to bed with him.
Cross your legs, and raise your dress:
let me admire their bareness
before you step in with me
and twine those legs around me.
It also reminds me of a mistress of an English king (coincidentally near-ancestress of our present Queen) who said she always curtsied before going to bed with him.
9th May 2024 7:41pm
