To Our Angel Baby
By: Dezireé E. Joe-Shorty
My body aches to carry the weight of you,
My arms burn at the memory of the nurse taking you,
My lips suffer to brush against your silky cheeks.
Agony with leaking breasts,
Drooping skin,
Not hearing, “mommy,”
The bare places you could have been.
I study your father,
Tracing the parts of him,
Wondering who you were supposed to be.
When I birthed you,
You gave me life.
Never have I been this strong,
I love you so much for that.
Now I run my hand gently over my stretched skin,
Remembering when you stretched my skin,
With your excitement,
Slumber,
Growth.
It is the best and worst thing.
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