A poem about a child.
Hushed up in a few seconds to corral sounds
The little ones she made at first.
Spoken-splatters from her tongue
Inside me first then on and on.
And all the music in the world
(sounds like a mother’s woes)
Could not have made your toes
Change my mind like they did.
Small, perfect, resolved, a normal kid’s.
I would die for you but wee-ooooh-wee-oooh
You wouldn’t want me to.
But you couldn’t tell me “No”.
So sleep a touch for me.
And I will protect you.
