motherhood poetry
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Goosifer folds her wings, Izzy Bear finds her den, and at last the whole little forest of a household becomes quiet.
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The household’s tiny chaos agent finally sleeps, transforming from Goosifer into a soft little snore wrapped around her mother.
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One wide-awake baby turns midnight into a private little world of moonlit stories while everyone else has already surrendered to sleep.
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Motherhood did not arrive gently—it forged a woman through fear, exhaustion, courage, and a love stronger than every storm.
Between Bruises & Blooms 