A story of love and loss
Hadn't posted it in a while 😬. Here is. 10WS....10 words story
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The emotional account of a mother giving her newborn daughter her first kiss.
My Thank You to all the women in the world. Thank you to the beautiful @priktasrivastav for her help with the title of this piece 💛❤️
A short poem I wrote a while back while really struggling with the transition into motherhood. It's an amazing journey, but so very challenging at times.
"MOTHERHOOD" is the responsible, beautiful, and hardest stage in every girl's life. "MOTHERHOOD" requires strong willpower.
Round 1: Prompt ( They left me when needed them most)
Did my best, no matter what comes next.
Ps. Thanks for letting me write a poem with such a strong prompt.
Spawning from fears of both missing the opportunity to have the ideal circumstances to bring a child into the world and possible infertility. I very much hear my calling to motherhood and worry I may ...
First poem I ever wrote, it was written to my daughter Ayanna. It’s a true story of our first encounter, from birthing her to seeing her for the first time. (Her head literally wouldn’t budge, they ...
I am incapable of showing my mother how much I love her. I can't do it in actions nor in words. I just love her quietly and appreciate her silently.
Repost of the a-z challenge set by @tokumei, since I somehow deleted the original.
Hadn't posted it in a while 😬. Here is. 10WS....10 words story
Do subscribe if you like❤
The emotional account of a mother giving her newborn daughter her first kiss.
My Thank You to all the women in the world. Thank you to the beautiful @priktasrivastav for her help with the title of this piece 💛❤️
A short poem I wrote a while back while really struggling with the transition into motherhood. It's an amazing journey, but so very challenging at times.
"MOTHERHOOD" is the responsible, beautiful, and hardest stage in every girl's life. "MOTHERHOOD" requires strong willpower.
Round 1: Prompt ( They left me when needed them most)
Did my best, no matter what comes next.
Ps. Thanks for letting me write a poem with such a strong prompt.
Spawning from fears of both missing the opportunity to have the ideal circumstances to bring a child into the world and possible infertility. I very much hear my calling to motherhood and worry I may ...
First poem I ever wrote, it was written to my daughter Ayanna. It’s a true story of our first encounter, from birthing her to seeing her for the first time. (Her head literally wouldn’t budge, they ...
I am incapable of showing my mother how much I love her. I can't do it in actions nor in words. I just love her quietly and appreciate her silently.
Repost of the a-z challenge set by @tokumei, since I somehow deleted the original.