On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.

For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

Won’t you join us?

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

Remember…

GO

It was strange to be unable to move when they pulled you out of me.

Strange not to have been tired and sweaty from the pushing. Instead I was laid out like a plank – these legs of mine numb to the baby girl crying across the room. But my heart. My heart poured out of my eyes and my arms ached with the empty anticipation of meeting you hand to hand, fingers to flesh.

Hungry eyes waited and feasted on that small flailing fist waving at me from the scale a million miles away.

But when your angry face was wrpped up in that cocoon of warm blankets the journey began. They walked you over to me and my world as I knew it bust apart, to meet you my daughter. My tiny made-in-the-image of me woman child.

Flesh of my flesh and heart of my heart they laid you cheek to cheek with me and despite the epidural I danced.

Every iota of me danced to meet you.

STOP

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{And those of you who were at Relevant last week? It was a highlight, an absolute highlight to do Five Minute Friday live with you all!}

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