Anonymous
Nap Time Sweet Child
by Karyn Indursky
Give me a bottle
with your hands holding
it just for me
to suckle delicately
before I slip into
your feathered wings
for sleeping through hours
of your fingers stroking my
Johnson and Johnson shampoo hair
and caressing my cheek
as only you,
my mother,
would do so perfectly
in what would seem
like an ordinary motherly act,
but to me
you are my angel.