Mine — Heart Breathings

Ahh, look at her – there’s something inevitable about her that draws me in; my eyes can’t get enough, I’m addicted she has this quiet, humble confidence and these kind, welcoming eyes; a classic, artful line about her the graceful curve of her shoulder muscles elude to a tranquil strength, her delicate neck and the […] [...]

25 weeks strong — hands in the garden

https://www.youtube.com/embed/YfxIK6fRIN0?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent This poem is about my daughter, who was born as the surviving twin at 25 weeks , weighing just 1lb 3 oz. She was in the NICU of the Ottawa General Hospital for four months following her birth. It was 2 weeks before I was allowed to hold her. I watched her resuscitated twice [...]