Bundle

The cries come through with static

as Momma groans out of bed;

the squirming bundle

has awakened himself

with screams of hunger.

Bleary-eyed with exhaustion,

Momma dead-walks to his crib

bracing herself against

verdant ivy wallpaper,

bumping past

the pastel canvas

of blue waterfalls,

plummeting onto

foamy dumping grounds.

She closes her fists

around the sides of the crib,

watching her boy

exerting his newfound power.

His blind eyes open,

sensing her presence

as his wails increase

in frequency.

She smiles,

through her weariness,

at the little soul

she created

as she scoops him into herself,

quelling his screams

with her naked breast.

Unexpected tears fill her eyes,

as she asks forgiveness

of herself,

for she is no longer

her own;

she now belongs to

only him.