I wove our worlds together,<\/p>\n
silk, cotton, linen,<\/p>\n
wool for the cooler months<\/p>\n
nothing synthetic<\/p>\n
I would have picked the flax and cotton myself, sheared the sheep even,<\/p>\n
but I was in the garden picking herbs and vegetables<\/p>\n
for the soup I was making for dinner,<\/p>\n
which I would put in the handmade bowls<\/p>\n
I made just for us,<\/p>\n
with the cups for all the tea I would make for you<\/p>\n
and plates to serve meals to our friends that I found and collected<\/p>\n
like heart-shaped rocks from the shores of my own travels,<\/p>\n
I brought them together over food and sometimes wine<\/p>\n
I grew and picked the flowers for the tables we gathered around<\/p>\n
I painted paintings to adorn the walls,<\/p>\n
knit blankets to keep us warm<\/p>\n
and found all the ways I could to make our life beautiful,<\/p>\n
even when things got hard.<\/p>\n
I grew our children,<\/p>\n
in my body,<\/p>\n
I carried them through the nausea and fears.<\/p>\n
I fed them for six months with my own body.<\/p>\n
My body stretched wide and back again,<\/p>\n
never to be the same as it once was.<\/p>\n
I made it my priority to serve and protect them,<\/p>\n
to nurture them,<\/p>\n
to love them so fiercely that the love itself became a protection<\/p>\n
to keep them from feeling the ways you and I once did<\/p>\n
Their tears, their pain, their sadness, their heartaches, their flesh wounds<\/p>\n
were all mine to carry and I did,<\/p>\n
I do<\/p>\n
It is a gift like none other, I know this,<\/p>\n
It has been a privilege, I know this too,<\/p>\n
but when you stand there and tell me I need to work more,<\/p>\n
to make more money,<\/p>\n
It makes me want to throw all the dishes at the wall,<\/p>\n
tear up the fabric I have spent years weaving together,<\/p>\n
and leave everything for you to clean up<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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