As a drenched, drowned
bee
Hangs numb and
heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed
with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging
heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movement as I walk.
My sleeping baby
hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so
light,
But now she
is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks
heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned
bee
Are
a heaviness, and a weariness.