I remember those nights, so many years ago, but not as often as I would like. Thank you for the lovely reminder, of how it felt to be that person to my little girl, but also the reminder of how my father in heaven washes, dresses, and swaddles me with the love you mirror in these lines.
This tugged at my heartstrings, playing a melody of compassion, longing, and a sort of sorrow undergirded by joy. The images are clear and vivid, and I felt as though I were walking through the poem. Well done!
Just lovely. Your words so easily transported me back to the newborn months and early years, but your inner life--the fears that come alive in the dark--I still relate to those now.
I feel like I'm back then again, holding my baby boy by lamplight warmth. Beautifully written, thank you.
Good night! This is gorgeous. Thank you, Bethany.
"I don’t know
how to keep you safe
beyond the days
that I can hold you
in my arms"
This line got me. Thank you.
I adore the twining of the two songs.
And how you described baby gunk.
I found myself holding my breath while reading this! Stunning.
I remember those nights, so many years ago, but not as often as I would like. Thank you for the lovely reminder, of how it felt to be that person to my little girl, but also the reminder of how my father in heaven washes, dresses, and swaddles me with the love you mirror in these lines.
Beautiful🤍
This tugged at my heartstrings, playing a melody of compassion, longing, and a sort of sorrow undergirded by joy. The images are clear and vivid, and I felt as though I were walking through the poem. Well done!
Lovely!
Lovely!
Lovely. Brings back so many memories of raising my babes, who will always be so, even though some have their first grey hairs.
Just lovely. Your words so easily transported me back to the newborn months and early years, but your inner life--the fears that come alive in the dark--I still relate to those now.
So beautiful.
So beautiful, Bethany. Brings back my own newborn days..
Beautiful and poignant!
Oh, yes... beautiful.