Today, I hold space for the quiet miracles;
The sleepy feeds, the soft morning light,
The way your tiny hand finds mine in the dark.
The sleepy feeds, the soft morning light,
The way your tiny hand finds mine in the dark.
I didn’t know motherhood would make me feel
both stretched and rooted all at once.
But here I am, more myself than I’ve ever been.
Happy Mother’s Day
To all of us finding our rhythm
in the gentlest, fiercest love.
By Alice Karayianni
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