Hungry
by
Jessica Mayo-Schwab
He
feeds at night like a shy raccoon
Waiting until the last light is out.
A quiet rustling from the next room precedes a whimper.
His cries creep into my dreams and draw my head out
Waiting until the last light is out.
A quiet rustling from the next room precedes a whimper.
His cries creep into my dreams and draw my head out
from
the pillow nest where I hide, desperate for sleep.
He waits for me
in the next room,
eyes wide open and smacking lips.
My hungry boy. My animal baby.
eyes wide open and smacking lips.
My hungry boy. My animal baby.
From
Jessica Mayo-Schwab:
“I
am a new mother of a hungry boy, also a wife and a social worker. I
love long walks on the Monon with my guys, reading and writing.”