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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