Nothing but Mother

new motherhood

After birth, I am all at once at home

and out of place. Every task now a

luxury of time. I want to spend all

day with the baby, I want to spend

all day alone. This month I have done

nothing but mother, my body given

in service to a tiny human I just met.

Still, the baby’s breath rises and falls,

her hand on my neck. I am a planet, a

universe. And even though nothing

else has been done, I imagine all great

things began with someone who

stopped their own orbit for a moment

in time to do nothing at all but mother.

Copyright © 2023 Hannah Napier Rosenberg


Hannah Napier Rosenberg writes semi-to-very autobiographical poetry and prose and loves writing as a way to connect to others through shared experiences. She is particularly interested in using words to find magic in the ordinary. You can find her on Instagram @hannahrowrites, online at hannahrowrites.com and get in touch via email at hannah@hannahrowrites.com.

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Hannah Napier Rosenberg writes semi-to-very autobiographical poetry and prose and loves writing as a way to connect to others through shared experiences. She is particularly interested in using words to find magic in the ordinary. You can find her on Instagram @hannahrowrites, online at hannahrowrites.com and get in touch via email at hannah@hannahrowrites.com.

1 Comment

  1. Megan Hogg on 31 August 2023 at 2:00 pm

    I felt this so deeply. Beautiful <3

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