( a poem for every age they’ve been ) Every age is gorgeous Every age is a gift With you, my son Every day is a treasure to behold A lifetime in a minute That’s how hard I try To capture this preciousness This essence, of unimaginable beauty That is you And me Your mother My son Not a day goes ...
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The Sunday Letter
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
If this spoke to you
The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Stick Men and Wobbly Legs
( a poem for the wobbly drawings that mean the world ) These are the gorgeous days full of pictures like these Drawn with little hands that mean so much These pictures with stick men, wobbly legs, all the colours Like butter wouldn’t melt they mean the world To me Their Mother The one who holds ...
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Always My Baby
( a poem for the baby they will always be ) I will never not see you as a baby, my darlingAnd that’s the truthSurely, I cannot shy away from this?That I birthed you, I carried you, I felt youYou were me, for those short 9 monthsAnd I am now you, feeling you, holding youCarrying you as best I ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Watching Your Child Grow
( a poem for the days you think, "They grow too fast..." ) I can’t express the joy, the feeling, of seeing your child grow Day by day, something new, something gorgeous Developing in their goodness, their glory All of it exquisite, in every sense A drop A tear A laugh It means so much, it touches ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
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Chose You
( a letter to a little boy about to become a big brother ) I sit at my kitchen table typing this to you Far too young to read this But soon it will be yours We are expecting the arrival of your baby brother I am a wreck, imagining how it’s going to be In tears I am, writing this To me, you were ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Comfortable
( a poem for when they’re growing too fast ) As I sit here at the window He plays in the sandpit outside One has already flown A baby, now a boy In school five days per week And I sit here, mulling Wondering if there’s anything I can do to Slow it down The growth, the changes They happen fast So ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Hard
( a poem for the hard days, and the love underneath ) It’s OK if it’s hard Let’s get comfortable with it Whoever said it would be easy? It’s hard to let them go As they pull their hand away and stroll off Without a wave or a look back It’s hard when he rolls back Watching his thinning body inch ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Strength
( a poem for when you’re forced to be strong ) You never know how strong you are Til’ you’re forced to be strong In the blink of an eye An entire world comes crashing And you can’t breathe You wonder if you can And you do; you go on You have to Must Go On For there’s no choice But to be ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Blank Slate
( a poem for a little one who can’t yet speak ) There is nothing purer Than a blank slate A pure canvas With the world at your feet Little man I cannot speak The feelings and emotions Say it all You are perfect In your innocence You are unique You are beautiful You are my motivation You are ...
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Move On
( a poem for when you feel stuck ) You’ve got to move on You’ve just got to Forget about things done Keeping you stuck in a place You don’t belong Sophie Slosarczyk More poems for this feeling: visit the Poem Library. ...
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The Sunday Letter
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Ups & Downs
( a poem for the days your moods won’t settle ) Why oh why do I have these Ups and downs? Perhaps it’s just being a woman Perhaps it’s my sin Perhaps it’s a message For what’s not working The only question is How do I find out What will work? For there are no answers in me Right now Sophie ...
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Contemplating
( a poem for when your mind goes searching ) We are all contemplating Searching Looking for answers we’ll never find Why am I here? What is the point? Ask away, friend But know that the answers are not out there You get to choose What is it you believe in? Do you see clouds and fairies? Or do you ...
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The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
