the mother

love weighs you down like a ton of bricks.
it is all of the sudden everywhere.

your lover falls asleep on the sound of your breastpump
your son wakes with your milk on his little mind

overnight, via the horrendous act of labour you become a family, belinging happens like never before

three is your magic number
you are never to be alone, you smile, you cry
this is as permanent as it gets

and you heal while he grows
and you sing when he is awake
and you melt and shine