each day both sacred and profane
folding diapers, praising poop
freely giving my life force in a fountain of milk
counting eyelashes, kissing fingers and toes
whole-body smiles make it all worthwhile
Category: the fourth trimester
babymoon musings
innocence embodied in my child’s sleeping face
my breasts the source of all goodness and comfort
flowing elixir of life from the fount of my bosom