Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
After Birth

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When adrenaline of angel choirs
and birth has worn off,

when the bright star
is hidden in fog,

when frankincense and myrrh
get lost in the luggage,

when I stand in the doorway,
burping the baby, waving goodbye,

there is just this:
my sheer humanness,

diapers to wash,
sleep to find, water to carry,

knowledge of all the God-births
still waiting to happen,

and unstoppable mother-love
that's draining me already.


Sarah Murphy-Kangas has been writing poetry and filling journals since elementary school. She lives in Bellingham, Washington with her family and works with organizations and leaders to create strong teams, resolve conflict, and plan for the future. Her favorite poet these days is Ellen Bass.


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