Thirty Seven Degrees is a poem about birth. It began life in response to a workshop prompt on memory. First came the space, our bedroom and then slowly the details emerged. The poem evolved from those humble beginnings as most writing does. In honour of it's real beginning at the home birth of my youngest daughter, Lotta, I'm sharing some pictures today of that special time.
Just born |
So beautiful |
Sleeping in the sling |
Big sister's turn to carry |
Bathtime with Papa |
A loving big brother |