And Now You Know

If you think that I’ve forgotten

you’re wrong.

A mother will never forget the tiny fist
that rested in the center of her chest
reaching for more.

For once it has fallen between her breasts
and relaxed into a bundle of soft yearning
for sleep and tender embrace

the tiny fist sinks into and pulses
within the heart
forever pumping
forever wanting
forever hungry

forever beginning.

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