Are all other loves birthed from your love?
If so, give birth to all those loves inside of me.
Make me the little old woman who lived in the shoe
who had so many children she didn’t know what to do!
Keep me busy nursing all of those loves.
Make it cost something, and make it all worth it.
May I collapse into your rest at the end of each day,
exhausted from loving and being loved,
and may the cry of love wake me up
in the middle of the night, eager to be fed.
Will you sit with me, then, through the night
as we tend to the cries of this love we’ve made together?