Mother

Mother

How can you sleep so soundly,
Evenly pacing your heart with deep breaths,
When all at your waist is
Writhing twisting life:
First a bump under a rib,
A swift movement across an exploded navel,
Then the whole roundness of your stomach
Contracts to a square, oval, lopsides?

Then I remember as you peacefully miss this show
That you felt the first flutter weeks ago,
The first as breeze gently wriggle,
That calms every mother’s anxious heart.