As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swing to my walking movement, weak
With after-pain. My sleeping baby hangs upon my life
Like a burden she hangs on me;
She has always seemed so light,
Now wet with tears and pain hangs heavily
Even her floating hair sinks heavily
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness.