Two Poems: A Baby Asleep

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:

a soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm

swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.

my sleeping baby hangs up on 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

DH Lawrence