there is no piece of me
that is mine
the tentacles of precious beings reach for me
in the day
and in the night
it is a path that i have chosen
but that does not make it any easier
as i reheat my dinner for the 18th time
and try to remember what day it is
i know tomorrow i will look around
and this tiny world will have changed
so i try and savor these gifts that God has given me
however exhausted and covered in dirt i am
underneath the grime of this phase of motherhood
is love
and it shines so brightly
i cannot see
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 