Bye Bye, Baby

Rachel Guyah Baby

Naturally, as motherly instinct, I sometimes find myself clinging to any last bits of ‘baby’ I can—those chubby, chipmunk cheeks; our bedtime snuggles.

In the Land of Dreams and Darkness

Rachel Guyah Poetry

Laundry, dishes, cleaning, the carousel spins and spins, yet I’m immobilized by my captor’s cries, chained to this chair, once again.