UFO alien lights across my bedroom—
Silent baby monitor warning (volume off, like always).
Human creature that I am,
I remained tucked
For several minutes.
Green flickers continue.
I slipped in shadow and in secret
Mothers and angels—
Invisible love agents.
Stand outside your door
Listening. Breath and movement—
Then it gets me, hits me hard:
No one will ever need me like this again.
You are the last.
Being needed—the most powerful drug.
I go in and grope in darkness.
You grope too, we catch hands together.
When I swing you up, your knees are bent
And ready to mold around my waist.
Waist that still carries 10 extra lbs
from your gestation.
Very small price to pay.
I would gladly pay more.
You fit in my arms, mold to my chest,
And I press your head to my shoulder,
My back straight as an arrow.
And we sway to the ancient midnight dance,
The one of mothers from ages past.
No one teaches us; it comes with the child.
maybe it passes through