This poem really resonated with me. It reminded me of the yearning I felt trying to conceive, and the absolute elation of a positive test after a year of negatives. That long awaited joy intensified the crushing grief of my miscarriage. I’m blessed to now have two boys in my arms but that first loss will always be a part of me.🤍
For me, it was bunnies. There were three bunnies that would show up in our back yard. I could see them from my kitchen window. I felt sure that my boys were saying hello when those sweet visitors came by.
Aw. You're the closest person to guess what this was about--and I hadn't even thought about the metaphor for the twins we lost. I wrote this about 4 or 5 months after our miscarriage, after having what was very possibly a chemical pregnancy.
That’s a very pretty poem.🌸 I joined Substack about 5 days ago, but I’m not sure if this is the right space for me, as my poetry is quite dark and no likes yet! 🙃 I suppose I’m a paradox, an introspective type writing about shadowy hidden depths of perception/feeling but I’m also an optimist and enjoy sunshine, friends and my pup… yet those aren’t things I feel called to write about.
beautiful poem! It’s the simple things in life that really keep us going 🥰
thank you! it really is :)
This poem really resonated with me. It reminded me of the yearning I felt trying to conceive, and the absolute elation of a positive test after a year of negatives. That long awaited joy intensified the crushing grief of my miscarriage. I’m blessed to now have two boys in my arms but that first loss will always be a part of me.🤍
I can't believe I just saw this. I'm so thankful for where you are now - and I am so thankful that my words resonated.
For me, it was bunnies. There were three bunnies that would show up in our back yard. I could see them from my kitchen window. I felt sure that my boys were saying hello when those sweet visitors came by.
Aw. You're the closest person to guess what this was about--and I hadn't even thought about the metaphor for the twins we lost. I wrote this about 4 or 5 months after our miscarriage, after having what was very possibly a chemical pregnancy.
So sorry for your loss! It's sad that this pain is not spoken of enough for women to come to terms with it.
Beautiful way to commemorate, it is a lovely poem.
I thought it was about foster kids - context of short visit and glimpses.
A gem of a poem … love your innate and delightful glow Sol. Keep stinging and flowing.
You’re so so sweet. Thank you!
Lovely, what welcome dance 🦋🦋
Thank you :)
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Wow this is so beautiful!
Thank you! 🥹
My favorite line "to somewhere only they know" captures the whole piece, beautifully.
thank you so much!
You will see your bluebirds again my love. This is both Hope and Promise. 🩷🙏🏻
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That’s a very pretty poem.🌸 I joined Substack about 5 days ago, but I’m not sure if this is the right space for me, as my poetry is quite dark and no likes yet! 🙃 I suppose I’m a paradox, an introspective type writing about shadowy hidden depths of perception/feeling but I’m also an optimist and enjoy sunshine, friends and my pup… yet those aren’t things I feel called to write about.
Don’t worry - if it’s good someone will like it. I’ll have a look and comment constructively.
You’re so sweet!
What a beautiful poem. And oh how you have captured my love of bluebirds. 🥰
They are darling creatures!