Miracle

Welcome. This is a new series of unpublished poetry called Bloom: A season of grief and gratitude. The free introduction to this series is here. I hope these poems touch something inside your heart beyond words and weave a tapestry of connection between all of us. 💗

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Hello.

This poem is a love letter from a mother to a son, written for all of us. If you have ever doubted your belonging, your rightness, or purpose, know you are meant to be.

“You are a song we are still
learning to sing, a dance 
not yet choreographed
You are a rare and holy thing.”

Your imperfections and failures are cause for Love to whisper, “Hallelujah.” Your dark is needed as much as your light. And you are wanted here.

I wrote “Miracle” in the early stages of pregnancy as a blessing of unconditional love, reassurance, and protection for Noah. May it offer you the same.

Miracle

Darling,
it is inevitable
that some people will call you
“Mistake,” before you’ve
ever entered this world,
branding your body 
before it is yet fully formed

But I want you to know,
for every mouth curled 
in shame, for every time
someone says “Mistake,”
I will say, “Miracle”
For every whispered “Oops,”
I will say, “Hallelujah”

I will sing words of love
into your just-beating heart
so that when your lungs
meet oxygen 
for the very first time
you will know, 
you are wanted
You, are a celebration

Darling,
it’s true your arrival
is unexpected,
that sometimes I struggle
to make a meal plan
and I’m not exactly sure
how to plan for this

It’s true that your Dad 
is so surprised,
he’s given up trying to control
or predict anything
and once you meet him
you will understand
what a big deal that is

We are scared
We are not sure how to proceed
But our love is as big 
as this is fast
Our hearts are as steady
as this is uncertain

Our hands might shake
at the speed of the expansion
of our little Universe
but know this:
you are an overflow
of all that is good in us

You are a song we are still
learning to sing, a dance 
not yet choreographed
You are a rare and holy thing,
a pinprick of light,
growing bigger every day

Darling,
it is a dark world
I cannot shelter you 
from that for long
But you, child of my womb,
know that dark isn’t always bad
and light can sometimes harm

Remember, you are 
as much soil
as you are star 
and we will navigate 
this gravity together

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