A Baby Asleep after Pain

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 movements 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.

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