Heather Artushin

Meeting You A poem honoring the birthing experience. By Heather Rose Artushin I stayed up late as if I knew,tomorrow I'd bemeeting you.A few short hours lay in bedbefore a gush of water said,"It's time."The hours rushed...

I was heavily pregnant, comfortably sunk in on the couch one chilly fall day in West Michigan skimming through The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, La Leche League’s seminal book on all things lactation. At...

This little expression of us, walking around flesh and blood, started with you and me, with a smile and a spark, a dinner and late-night talks and walks in the park under the  moonlight.   This shared dream conceived long ago,  a family,  a...

for Srijana By Heather Rose Artushin When the butterfly landed, spreading its pink wings across your  glowing skin,  kissing your cheeks, the invisible internal battle began silently.   What makeup covered made doctors wonder, when silky black strands of hair  fell, exhaustion slowing your  youthful rhythm.   The light dimmed, weight...

Shorebirds soar over sand, sweet child’s eyes wide to receive the gift of nature’s flight. Some will stay - Carolina Chickadees call us home while Woodpeckers know opportunity only knocks when you make it so. An unfamiliar song bellows above - Are...

Ekphrastic poetry is a creative way of describing art with words.  As a poet, I often find myself writing in response to art. A beautiful painting can transport me to another time and place, and...

In celebration of World Poetry Day . . .  You, child, are a poem, your unexpected rhythm has me dancing through the day. You, child, are a line, alliteration and rhyme you play with words and world. You, child, are a stanza, a complete...

In celebration of Women's History Month, here is a poem featuring a few moms who made history. See if you can guess who they are! Education for the children, underprivileged and dismissed. Pink tower, red rods, golden...

February is National Haiku Writing Month! Enjoy the beauty of motherhood in haiku. I. Love-filled womb round ‘til Waves of pain carried me to you  A mother was born II. Sleep left and milk came Shhh, sweet babe grows by morning First...

Big, chocolate eyes filled with wonder, when I'm your world and the world is your oyster, these arms your bed, you dream sweet.   Dirty blonde hair tousled with play, legs kicking steady to a run, fearless knowing I'm right behind you, your...