Death. A poem of a mother.

Las week I had the absolute privilege to hold space between my son ad his father using the dyadic process I use with all my clients and they use in their partnerships.The power of this practice is that it creates the foundation of being loved and belonging in order to be safe to share the truth.I spent nearly the entire day crying at the beauty that I witnessed that morning.Then I found this poem I wrote during a time my son and I were navigating a truly difficult time. I decided to record and share it with you.I would love to know your thoughts.If you want to experience this process for yourself then join us on Thursday 27th. Two times are available in order to accommodate different time zones !Go ahead and register here lovers ❤️ This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit melissalouise.substack.com/subscribe