So, I haven’t been brave enough to share some of my personal poetry on here. However…After this special photo session with Mari, Kick and baby, I was feeling inspired to create some words that capture my excitement for all of my friends starting their families. This poem is for all of you new parents and families navigating the new dynamics and the overflowing love. As someone who is excited to some day be a parent, I hope it lands well in your heart. My perspective on parenting is limited, but my observations are keen. I wrote this with pure joy in my heart, and I hope you feel it. All my love to these parents as they prepare for their new arrival this March!
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There are those that sail in Winter;
how brave and daring of us.
The wind whispers all that could be imagined,
And our hands hold tight.
When will we know what it’s like to sail
To the place many have traveled
Again and again?
Yet, we’re newly arriving,
Waiting for new arrival,
Waiting for a cry,
A call,
An embrace,
beyond the imagined.
Other sailors say,
“It is said that the heart
Outside the body
Will walk
And will talk
And will grow in ways imagined
And in ways unimagined
And at all moments of everyday
It brews bittersweet breath
into our sails.”
To know.
To not know.
The imagined arrives.
The wonders will keep us up
And get us started with the dawn.
And holding its little hands
“Oh, so tight.”
Through night and through hours we’ve imagined.
To not know.
Then to feel what it’s like to know suddenly.
When it is Winter
There are sails in the crisp breeze
That indicate love,
That remind us to breathe.
When we make it home:
The coziest,
The kindest,
The nest.
It’s everything we imagined.
We set sail again.
Heading to new waters.
Learning the names of cries.
Learning the places we’ll land.
The three of us set sail.
Lake Love,
Jen Walts