May 2009
Clean up takes place near my bed,
But for what seems like the first time
In the past few gruelling hours,
Nobody is about but me and her,
My little bundle wrapped in fresh linen
Up close to my chest, smelling just
Like me, in subtle whiffs of warm honey
That I am so glad only I can experience
This up close, so inviting that a small,
Strange thought comes to me,
One where I could not let a...