Tahlequah

Some days

I feel like

That mama 

Orca 

Whose baby

Died.

For 17 days

She carried its

Lifeless 

Body on her 

Snout. 

Scientists

Called it a

“Tour of

Grief.”

A mother

Struggling to

Let

Go. 

Beautiful

Little one,

You

Are the most 

Beautiful thing

I have ever 

Seen.

I guess

That must mean

 I’m

Beautiful

Too. 

Mothers and Daughters

Just as I 

existed 

In my mother’s,

Grandmother’s,

And great-grandmother’s 

Wombs,

You have been

With me,

And I

With you,

Since before

Either of us

Were 

Born.

Not only have we

Always 

Been

together,

But now,

In carrying

You,

I carry my 

Grandchildren

And great-grandchildren 

Too. 

Zoey

You move

In my belly

With 

Energy

And 

Strength.

(More than 

Your brothers

Ever

Did.)

You ease my

Worries with 

Your constant

Motion,

And,

There has never been

A doubt 

That you are

There. 

I constantly 

feel you

Kick, 

Twist,

Punch,

Snuggle,

And stretch

Just beneath

my

Skin.

Your restless spirit,

Your active mind,

You seem to be

Life

Itself.

Ever moving

Ever growing

Ever changing. 

My

Zoey.

Gender Reveal

When I saw 

the test

Results,

Before I

Laughed,

Cried,

Or 

Threw my

Phone,

There was 

A quiet,

Split-second

Moment

Where my

Heart 

Whispered:

“Finally,

You’re here.

My precious

Little 

Girl.” 

Baby Sister

Little one,

Do you 

Know 

How much

Joy

You’ve already

Brought

Into

Our 

Home?

My Babies

Owen was my

First baby,

My angel

Boy 

Gone too

Soon.

Luke was my 

Rainbow baby,

The color

And hope 

After 

the storm.

Zoey,

You are my

Golden baby,

The treasure

At the end

Of the 

Rainbow

Proof that 

Our good

Luck

Hasn’t run

Out.