Jessica Latshaw

musician. writer. dancer.

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This journey. 

When people ask me about it–

What to get,

What to expect,

I want to take their hand

And guide it over the stretch marks

That ridge my heart.


This is what happens.

You don’t know a heart can grow; 

Not like this, anyway.

But it expands,

And sometimes it hurts,

But it’s growing pain.

And the point is you’re growing;

Just as much as the baby that was so small

When you first held her.

You’re growing a child up;

She’s growing a mama up.

You help each other get there;

Neither would exist without the other.

There are a thousand 

different strollers to buy; 

They all work; they’d all be just fine.

There is one precious heart within;

It will not only change for the better,

It will change for good. 

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