Catherine
for Lilliana child do you know I used to tell you my secrets all those days, before you were born we travelled light, you danced and played I tried not to laugh, as you kicked... More »
Catherine
for my girls my little one sings to the fish when she bathes my little one tells me she is dreaming of frogs my little one has messy hair in the morning that curls, tickles... More »
Catherine
for my girls coastal metaphors, roll in as I contemplate, the splendors of my children’s hearts I am not the ocean in their lives just the edge, just the shore I will hold their beacons... More »
Catherine
for my girls in the low light of October nights with rolling blankets gingerly curled to dimpled chins I come to watch my children sleeping wrapped like clouds cocooned in flannel cradled in maternal love... More »
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June 2009 
