Psalms 139 13-15

A poem about my first trimester with you; how God stitched you within my womb.

The days stretched long. 

Each unique stitch being woven within me, 

brought a wave of nausea,

each breath heavy with exhaustion.

Not a bed nor sofa could comfort the aches, 

so I curled into the quiet corners of myself,

wondering how something so small

could unravel me so completely.

Like a Psalmist, I whispered for mercy, 

pleading for the sickness to pass. 

Modeling my sorrowful prayer after great wisdom. 

Like the favored King, 

I sought ways to connect my heart to You. 

And in the stillness, You answered—

Grace pressed against my womb,

a calming Hand soothing my child 

as You continued to sew. 

Joy and sorrow tangled like roots beneath my ribs.

Some days, laughter ached in my cheeks;

on others, they were heavy from tears. 

I am the womb,

the sacred framework where you were fearfully

and wonderfully made. 

I held you before I ever held you,

sang to you before you had ears to listen.

I was tethered to you before I knew

how deep love could run.

And though I swayed between weakness and wonder,

though my body waged its battle,

you grew—

A quiet Psalm unfolding within me.

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Until next time,

The Mom Memory Keeper

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