Poems About Birth Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about birth published by members recently online.
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
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याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
407 reads
6 Comments
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
407 reads
6 Comments
Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
71 reads
2 Comments
Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
71 reads
2 Comments
Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
71 reads
2 Comments
Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
71 reads
2 Comments
Beacon
She came to me in mid-October—
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
#hope
#dark
#birth
#fall
#daughter
305 reads
3 Comments
Beacon
She came to me in mid-October—
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
#hope
#dark
#birth
#fall
#daughter
305 reads
3 Comments
Beacon
She came to me in mid-October—
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
#hope
#dark
#birth
#fall
#daughter
305 reads
3 Comments
Beacon
She came to me in mid-October—
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
#hope
#dark
#birth
#fall
#daughter
305 reads
3 Comments
Beacon
She came to me in mid-October—
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
a much-wanted baby girl;
a beacon to shine in the darker months.
Now that she's here,
they can never be so dark again.
As we celebrate her birth each year,
it illuminates the way towards the other lights:
fireworks, bonfires, Christmas;
then New Year, longer days
and a new start.
#hope
#dark
#birth
#fall
#daughter
305 reads
3 Comments
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