I Roar. {A Mother’s Love Poem}
Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...
Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...