Hands cool and dry
Brushes hair off a small forehead
Heart heavy with the sweet piercing love
That makes beauty something to weep over
How easily she could lay her life down
For this child
She lives for its peace
Its happiness
She shares her body with it
Her belly a pillow
Her breasts comfort
Their milk nourishment
Her voice a serenade and a promise of safety
She wishes sometimes that she were the child
Securely sleeping its milk-scented dreams
Untouchable to the world outside
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