NEW PARENTS

You cough in your sleep
dyspnea excites the amount
of atoms of worry
in the surrounding areas

She stares you sleep and cough
for hours. patiently waiting
till you wake
A paper thin line divides your reveries
from hers

Speculations float in the air
the verses that balance the cradle

We need an anchor to keep down the swing
so you the kid doesn't fall
and its tiny bones break to pieces
How can a childish life evolve
when you take out the play?

The mother says;
"Please watch out
cause
when you wake up
we got history to make."