Late last night
Late last night, after feeding, you gave me this:
a private smile as you lay in my arms, almost asleep, eyes closed.
Your cheeks plumped and the skin around your eyes crinkled.
I could see your empty gums, waiting for teeth.
You were as beautiful to me as a Noh mask or the narrow-eyed lady
in my Japanese print. Come back to me always, daughter.
I will learn to be your mother.
© Megan Hall