My Baby

Her lungs
No bigger than butterfly wings
A plastic tent
Shielding her from my touch
Tubes for lungs
Filter air for a filtered life

Her heart
No bigger than a walnut
Shelled by a rib cage
Rising with each harsh blow
Hairs for veins
Carry blood for a carried life

Her head
No bigger than an orange
Adorned by dark peach fuzz
Twitching beneath the light
Wires for thought
Watching dreams for a watched life

Her box
No bigger than a toaster
Lined in pink satin
Comforting her from the cold
Ashes for flesh
Muted cries for a crying child