I can't avoid the reality.
Breastfeeding baby
Born to pain and agony,
Not his own but mine.
Does the pain go to
This suckling miniature?

Does it translate through
And make his little eyes
Want to leak blue tears?

A text message from his
Daddy makes mommy fight
To undo the clothes that
Keep her safe and feed
His crying eyes. What
Can or does he see?

He smells the smoke on
Mommy's skin and breath,
I know, it makes him sneeze,
But can he also feel the
Hurt and pain emanating
From me? What is this shit
Doing to my innocent Baby?

He wakes up alone, as night
After night mommy can't
Sleep and wanders through
The house trying to hide
From the demons. Can he
Be scarred by my scars?

Does he notice the times
That mommy fights to
Smile and play those
Silly infantile games?

The days that mommy fights
To remember, to want, to eat,
Can he tell? Is his milk
Flatter, less somehow?
Or more filled with mommy's
Own pain and agony?

He should never have to know
The way that daddy caused
Mommy to hurt and fear in
This strong way, yet, what
In God's name is this doing
To my poor innocent Baby?

01/31/2013

Posted on 01/31/2013
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