Reflecting on new beginnings with a poem from my days of new-motherhood:
Bloom
Love made manifest,
wrapped in a crimson
towel on the bed, cheeks
pinked like freshly scrubbed
apples. Rosy golden,
with a bloom
on the pristine skin.
My life new, too,
in this moment,
as though the morning
dawned at 5 in the afternoon.
Grace Write Here 
I loved this. Such a sweet, precious memory.
Very sweet! ❤
thank you for reading 🙂