Between womb and the world

This collection began as a record of small, repeated acts: the hush of a midnight feed, the way a father’s voice steadies a trembling mother, mother’s hands that seem to know how to soothe before words arrive. It grew into something larger—a ledger of fear and courage, of loss and reclamation, of the quiet work that makes a family. There are poems here that remember the first flutter of life, poems that sit awake through long nights, poems that name the ache of lost freedom and the fierce joy that replaces it. Together they form a circle: origin, daily being, and the long arc of becoming again.