This is the pill that helps me love my baby.
Even before his birth, the bad fairy cast her spell.
Nothing can break it. Not will power, not wishing.

Nine long months I carefully spun the yarn
of his life before the needle pricked me,
bled me of the love of motherhood.

But one day, someone, something must
hack through the numbness
of this thorny curse, cleave

my need to swallow this bitter pill
and wake me from such deep, uneasy sleep
before my prince has grown too tall.