(indulge me – I’m posting a new poem)
I thought motherhood
would be easier
the second time around
but you changed everything.
My Emily,
born with a burden.
Where is that baby,
bright-eyed and brave?
There are no more special bottles,
no more arm restraints
and the surgery is done
for now.
You are my strong one
with eyes as big
as my hope for you.
you are Emily who laughs
at the raindrops.
You say good-bye to the moon
and love to pop bubbles
you are Emily who smiles at everything.
Emily whose smile is everything.






