Before Consent…

Before Consent…a poem The stork story might be fun – but it disregards the importance of Mum. That women birth seems an aside, The truth of birth we^ like to hide, With a storkish euphemism, No real choice is given, No honour or celebration, Birth is an enduration* And so their power, women relent, And … More Before Consent…

Once a Jolly woman

(to the tune of Waltzing Matilda) Once a jolly woman sang aloud her own song, After eating from the knowledge tree, And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed, My body, my baby, my choices are free Informed and Supported, informed and Supported My body, my baby, my choices are free … More Once a Jolly woman

Curse of The Third

You’re a seasoned Mother You’ve birthed before You did it well¬† You know the score You know your body Your know your mind But third time ’round Here’s what you’ll find: You’ll be told it was just luck And to forget all you’ve inferred For anything can happen now, This is The Curse of The … More Curse of The Third