She crawled towards me,
as though she knew.
On two hands and legs
she looked so cute.
The musk smell between my breasts
and the smell of milk, she knew.
When she was adament
she knew I would stoop to carry her.
And when she fell
she knew I would hold her by her hands.
I would loose my temper
and she would smile at me.
She would cry
and I would break.
Then I realised
she already knew her MOM
