2 A.M. Feeeding Poem by Beryl Dov

Microwaved milk kisses my wrist
Warmed to sake my daughter's thirst.
How she clutches the bottle greedily
Eyes shouting demurely, 'I come first, '
Her belly's bloated, the bottle's tossed.
My ransomed heart did she usurp
Her rightful throne's my collarbone
Her royal decree an effusive burp.
I tuck her in her mermaid sheets
Sing a 'Greensleeves' lulaby
My queen of hearts, my majesty
Who taught me who I am, and why.