I heard you today,Little heart beatsafe beneath. How do some make a trash bag of a creature so innocently? To suckle and feed you offso dangerously. You fresh leaf,“life long” responsibilities scares Themso their priorities must recede But you are no mess,sweetieCome hold onto meYou angel,born from angry breaths I’ll swaddle youfrom Night and Day until it’s sunrise and sunset Tuck a blanket under your baby face I am Your Mother, whether DNAmay or may not say I am Your Mother, with me you lay