by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger
Come to me, then I'll weigh you
rock yourself to rest.
Come to me and don't cry
close your eyes.
I braid my hair out of you
a cradle, look!
you sleep free of all pain,
dream in it without effort.
My eyes are for you
flashing toys.
I give you my lips -
drink into her.
Last updated January 10, 2023