Small hands;
Reach
Want
Need.
How do I help him?
This little human,
My little human—
Created,
A perfect blend of a German
And me
Cries
Throughout the night.
I close my eyes;
So tired.
Why
Doesn’t the German wake up?
Eyes closed,
I know he pretends to sleep.
I do the same.
Sighs,
I look at the clock—
Only two hours gone
Since I laid down.
I jab the German
With sharp elbows.
He stirs,
Yet he still pretends.
I’m up—
I fumble for the light,
Trip over toys not housed
I Fall
I Swear
I Sob
I brace
Against the wall.
The cries
Do not cease.
My fingers
Feel the smoothness
Of the light switch.
Illumination
Of
Small hands
That Reach
That Want
That Need.