Kieve Campbell

I have been thinking about the path of my blog. I ask all of my clients that they put themselves on the line and allow their hearts to open. I, too, must do the same. I am approaching the dawning of my daughter’s 18th birthday and high school graduation. With this, a flurry of feelings is coursing through me. I chose to express my deepest self, the part of me that is a mother, with you. May this inspire you to be open with your hearts as well.


The first day of the Rodney King riots.
My city alight with 4,000 fires
phone lines down, sirens blaring.
Me grunting with each contraction, at home
awaiting your arrival.

I knew you before I conceived you.
I dreamed you were coming.
I dreamed your name.
Kiev, Russia, from where much of my family hails.
Eva, my beloved mother’s name.
Six weeks before you were conceived,
I knew you were coming.

Fair like my mother.
Freckled like my father’s aunts
a shock of dark hair.
I feared we would go down with those fires
that we might not live to know each other.

Kieva, born to a father who left me pregnant.
Born to legal battles over custody and visitation.
Born to my broken heart of what could have been
and wasn’t.

You were observant, quiet and sensible.
Your reasonable thinking
paired with my whimsy.
We were inseparable those first few years.
I wanted to give you the world
all that was beautiful and secure.
Together we summoned Joshua from the ethers
to call you his own
to step in as your daddy.
His dark hair like yours
His big brown eyes
an imprint of you.

We grew together as family.
But life was never easy for you.
Disappointments were magnified
people’s limits-painful.
Until your life with us was unmanageable.

As a family, we made the sacrifice.
Sent you across country
to school
where life was more precious, the pace slower.

My heart, hacked out of its cage
the remaining cavity with nothing to fill it.
The emptiness unbearable.

I missed your first date, dressing for the prom
Holding you when you cried from life’s injustices.
That time, never recaptured.
Gone for good.

Your 18th birthday and high school graduation dawn.
My baby-my woman child.
How the years have forced me
to unsink my claws from your flesh
to wrest my tangled dreams from your hair
To free you from my hopes for you.

Letting go has been brutal.

It sears like the Sahara sun on my northerly skin,
with each blister, the promise of insight.

Oh how wisdom hurts at times.
Oh, how it hurts.


  1. blakemant
    Posted April 26, 2010 at 5:01 pm

    soooooooo beautiful. You are a true poet.

  2. India
    Posted April 30, 2010 at 9:32 am

    I am honored and proud to have so beautiful a lady as yourself in my life. We may not greet each other for moons on end but you and people like you make my life. with love and gratitude – India

  3. Jai-Jagdeesh
    Posted October 22, 2010 at 12:59 pm

    Stunning. Thank you for sharing this. Much love!

  4. Susane Gearin
    Posted October 24, 2010 at 4:04 pm

    Wonderful website … love to see that you are still doing what you love to do.
    Go forth and heal :)

  5. Susan
    Posted October 25, 2010 at 9:13 am

    Freyda-Hemmingway once said, “write one true sentence and the rest will follow”. You have found your voice, your true sentence and what will follow is your life’s work. Beautiful work, you are a healer and an artist! Best of love to you!

  6. Amy Kass
    Posted January 23, 2011 at 3:43 pm

    A painfully beautiful poem, which goes to the core of life and love. Good for you and good for Kieva.

    Much love,

  7. zuzanna van lieshout
    Posted June 7, 2012 at 10:10 am

    pas vor prachtwagen

  8. kwvanoo.......
    Posted June 13, 2012 at 8:28 am

    Id mooi gedicht, maar teleurstelling krijgt men nu eenmaal in het leven, ook als die niet gewenst zijn !

  9. Kieva
    Posted January 30, 2013 at 1:17 pm

    That’s my middle name. Wow Beautiful poem though!

  10. Orville Tarr
    Posted March 30, 2016 at 2:26 am

    I’ve been absent for a while, but now I remember why I used to love this blog. Thanks, I’ll try and check back more often. How frequently you update your site?

  11. Potter
    Posted March 3, 2018 at 11:47 am

    Love your words. Thank you for sharing!

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