Nurture In the nine months I didn’t nourish you, I made notes, I studied the seasons for ingredients to encourage your growth. Scraps of paper, post-its hidden in case anyone would view my thoughts, pity my trivia of leaves and berries. A mom yet not a mother, a woman yet not a woman. […]

via “Nurture” and other poems by Liz Quirke — Poethead

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