Motherhood at Night

The sirens wake her,

sleep distrub abruptly, she wails for me.
When a lullaby and coo is not enough
I know the warmth of my breast will be.

Drowsy and blind,

we search for ourselves in the night.
Our hair is loosed and so are our heads
so we speak in tongues.

Our bond is nuclear,

She proved God to me. For her,

I must be both human and forever,
grateful and fierce.