my baby is demanding
he trusts in my undying affection
to make all of his needs
and all of his wants
no hidden agendas
or expectations that I'm a mind reader.
he never puts on a tough exterior
or shoves his true feelings behind
a stoic mask.
[although i'm usually a little tired
and sometimes wish he could change his own nappy occasionally]
for the most part I appreciate his
his fierce expectancy.
his smiling nakedness and continual confessions of need
for love and milk
confronts my own apparent
I smile when I'm actually hurting.
I don't speak up when I'm nearly dizzy
I even push my husband's hands away sometimes
when what I want most is
to be held.
Not often enough do I ask for help
Teach me, O God, the ways
of my son.
And the ways of yourself who came
with the tireless needs of an infant.
You who nursed in your mothers arms
and woke her with your cries in the night
And then stared into her eyes with complete
Teach me to confess my humanity
expecting to be heard,
to be welcomed,
to be loved.