Birth Rites on the day she was born a small black bear emerged from tall lime green grasses as I rushed to arrive my blood rushing too no one to tell or see, but me 55-years-old and alone this, my first bear in the wild world of my tame life on the day he was…
Tag: poetry
Welcome to MotherGather
Thank you for being here! I hope you find what you came for. Here is the story behind MotherGather. When I was first pregnant, I asked practically every mother I could find to tell me her birth stories. I wanted to hear what birth is really like, not the hypothetical situations you read about in…