Not a simple time
But easy enough To overwhelm with wishing Wondering wistfully Waiting, worried For what we haven't got, Never had, And somehow lost Our future swallowed and sown By the innocence past, Playful and incomplete. With long drawn out moments Pregnant with meaningless purpose And now the seeds planted Unknowingly and knowingly Have come to ripen What shall we reap? Comments are closed.
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Yonat Piva, MA, LMFTI write about navigating the challenges of prenatal, postpartum, parenting & relationships. I believe we can inhabit our bodies with a renewed sense of fulfillment in being a human woman. Archives
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