Once A Mother

The blooded lump brings a joyous sight She smiles to deliver it from womb to light Not understanding it emits a guttural cry From that moment her eyes are never dry. She pours fountains into its dried lips Each drop is nectar that her heart drips She clutches it close with every bone Extends in it and she knows it alone. Flesh of her flesh apple of her eyes Mystifying thing that on her breast lies Ceaselessly she delves love suffocates her It defines her being her sky's only star. It matters nothing what it would bring She's into the heaven flying in its wing For it she now lives for it she can die Her eyes from this moment will never be dry.