Rage. Anger. Screaming. A child who won't cooperate. Won't give in. Won't back down. She is tumbling in the current while the River shaves off rough edges and knotty pits. It is not a pleasant process. Bouncing in the water she is out of control. There is no sense of direction; up and down she … Continue reading Tumbling
Author: Brianna
Newborn
Soft squeaks awake me from a shallow sleep. Seven warm pounds stir and stretch against my deflated belly, rooting around to find a meal. I awaken to find two dark little eyes peeking at me through the dim light of our bedroom. The whole world is sleeping, and my whole world is you. Three babies … Continue reading Newborn
Broken
On New Year's Eve I sat in the rocking chair near my bed, struggling to put on my socks, a swollen belly limiting my motion while this little miracle kicked around inside me. Tears caught in my throat. A familiar feeling these days. Another day of pain. Across the room an unmade bed seduced me with it's … Continue reading Broken
A Vision for my Valentine
He rises in the early hours of the morning. Toes touch the cold floor, back creaking upward after a long night. He breathes, bracing himself for the day, surveying his battlefield. Planning the strategy. Calculating his moves. No one prepared him for this. No one gave him the plans, the skills, the basic training. He learned … Continue reading A Vision for my Valentine
Five More Weeks
Five more weeks. Likely a little less; possibly a bit more. Thirty-five weeks ago you appeared on the scene, a spec of dust now stretching my midsection to its max. What once was an imperceptible pebble now feels like a small boulder strapped tightly to my tender back. Your arms and legs press against me, … Continue reading Five More Weeks
Two Precious Stones 