Peb's Poem

Baby love is the biggest love of them all.
Like it'd always been there.
The newborn.
Head lolling...
Mouthing nipple-shaped air.
Every waking minute
Between sleep and feed.
A stolen dream.
Love of all loves.
She sees it.
Hears it now.
Loud and clear.
Touches it.
Smells it.
Thinks it.
It's neither sight nor sound.
It has no heat or heart.
A spiritual surround.
A human crown.
It's heaving.
Inside her.
Core-blown.
Softly spoken.
Mother love.