Cocoon your body into the quilt
That keeps the stifling humidity at bay
It will warm the emptiness of your heart
As you try to fill yourself up with tears
To replace the baby taken from your womb
Let me place my hands on your face
In child-like wonderment
Tasting the salt of you tears on my fingertips
Amazed that grown-ups can produce tears
This will be the first time I ever saw you cry
It won’t be the last