Song of Myself (Postpartum)
All the words I was assembling in my mind to describe the rich
depth of uncharted emotions;
Words to laud the honor of serving as emissary to a new soul,
the wonder and terror of being charged with its well-being;
Words to convey the way that newborn cries and unfocused eyes
cut to your very core;
Words to decry the devastation to body and peace by this
impossibly fragile, tyrannical beast;
Words to extol the heady power of channeling vigor, blood red
and milky white, my single self the sustenance to this budding
All these words were driven by hungry wails and happy shrieks
and endless other bits of joy and need, unrelenting as waves at
sea, into the murky mists of my mind, where they now combine
to sound the untranslatable chords of my maternal yawp.
CARRIE DANAHER HOYT is a life-long lover and writer of poetry. It is her humble opinion that poetry is the highest form of human communication. Poems (she says) at once highlight what is unique and what is universal in humanity; the bond between writer and reader is intimate and sincere (kind of like Facebook, only better).
Carrie lives in Massachusetts where she is a wife and mother of three school-aged kids. To pay the bills (as her poems don’t yet do this) she works as an estate planning attorney. Beside family and poetry, she loves travel, volunteer work and concerts.