Two Births

I birthed my mama
A wild thrashing muscular thing
Pressed by rage
Slippery with grief
Glistening with jaw-clenching hope
This fierce thing that crawled from my womb
With my child

I watch it watch over him

It wobbles when it walks
Like he does.
It's new to this world

Angular
Raw
Ungainly
As much his as it is mine
Fueled by us both
It lives somewhere to the left of me
Somewhere to the right of him
Squatting between us
Blinking strange ophidian eyes

At once ancient and adolescent
Not beautiful so much as tenacious

Stubbornly becoming.