Weighted

Today, I carried you

up stairs.

My poor back creaked.

You held me close, your mouth agape,

and suckled on my cheek.

Each stair, it took its toll.

Up top, I lost my breath.

Our bodies swayed beneath our weight;

I glued you to my chest.

Today, I carried you and though much of me is sore,

one day, I know, I’ll clench my grief,

...that'll weigh much more.