The Latch Loft

The early postpartum days sure do fly by. Here’s your reminder to go on a short walk and get some fresh air today 🌿 Comment your favorite nature walk spot to go on to share with other mamas! ☺️

It’s been 9 months Mama,
And finally we are now here.
Together, skin to skin,
The comfort of your heart beat still so near.
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It’s been a long road Mama,
You’ve done so much for me.
Sacrificing your body, your sleep, your everything,
All to grow me safely in your belly.
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It’s not the end though Mama,
We’re only just at the start.
I still need every part of you,
In the light of days and nights of dark.
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It’s all so big out here Mama,
And I’m not sure of anything yet.
I love that you’re still close to me,
You’re my personalised safety net.
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It’s relentless what you’re doing Mama,
I’m small and I need so much.
But mostly I need your love and safety,
You breath, your skin, your touch.
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It’s a lot for me right now Mama,
The outside world is all so new.
The smells, the faces, the sounds,
But my favourite thing of all is you.
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It’s a new reflection, I know Mama,
To you but not to me.
Remember I didn’t know you of before,
But you of now is as perfect as can be.
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It’s not easy sometimes Mama,
I know it can be hard on you.
The feeding, the healing, the rawness,
The sheer overwhelm of all the new.
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It’s ok if you cry too Mama,
The tears are not just mine.
There’s a lot going on for us both, at once,
It’s ok to shed them at the same time.
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It will all go too quickly though Mama,
I won’t always be this small.
I’ll need you less day by day,
And time, while slow, won’t actually stall.
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It’s you that got me here Mama,
Don’t forget how capable you are.
You may feel weak and unsteady right now,
But truly Mama, you’ve come so far.
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It’s one day at a time ok Mama?
Let’s figure it out together.
We’ve been a team for months already,
We both know we can handle whatever.
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It’s such a special time now Mama,
This second chapter in the story of us.
And nothing feels more right to me,
Than giving you my life, for now, in trust.

Poem: Words of Emma Heaphy

Art: Amanda Greavette Fine Art