Baby

February 29, 2016

I heard you today,

Little heart beat

safe beneath.

How do some make a trash bag of a creature so innocently?

To suckle

and feed you off

so dangerously.

You fresh leaf,

“life long” responsibilities scares Them

so their priorities must recede

But you are no mess,

sweetie

Come hold onto me

You angel,

born from angry breaths

I’ll swaddle you

from Night and Day until it’s sunrise and sunset

Tuck a blanket under your baby face

I am Your Mother, whether DNA

may or may not say

I am Your Mother, with me you lay

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