I have recently read some of the amazing work of Rupi Kaur, ‘Milk and Honey’. I had read so many different reviews on it and I was in a bookshop the other day and it was screaming at me. I had seen it before but had so many other things to read. But the other day I saw it and I had to have it. I don’t know why.
This book broke me. I cried more times than I would like to admit and I can’t blame it all on the hormones. It is such a beautiful book. One poem, in particular, made me think of my childhood. Reminded me of my dad and how he loved not only all his children but how much he dotes on my mother.
Being pregnant myself I feel it resonated even deeper than a simple memory. I read this poem over and over again, and still, it brings a tear to my eye. I recommend every woman should read this book. It is astounding on so many levels.
‘When my mother was pregnant
with her second child, I was four
I pointed at her swollen belly confused at how
my mother had gotten so big in such little time
my father scooped me up in his tree trunk arms and
said the closest thing to god on earth
is a woman’s body, it’s where life comes from
and to have a grown man tell me something
so powerful at such a young age
changed me to see the entire universe
rested at my mother’s feet‘
– Rupi Kaur-