The calm baby ponders about with his left lazy eye in his mother’s arms

His thick lips crave Chap Stick as the constant breezes derive his lips of moisture

Hunger, he is hungry and his mother’s hard work caresses and reassures him of hope

The blazing freezing winds cease the baby’s icy hot breath as his body adjusts

Whew! This sure is a long walk mama…

The rough, patched blanket she has wrapped around him itches him

Don’t worry my dear child; we’re getting there

Hunger, he is hungry and his mother’s hard work caresses him and reassures him of hope

The nice, warm house nearby teases the hungry, black, cold baby

The baby is held like a loaf of bread in a hungry person’s arm

Like how a big bear is held tight on Valentines Day night

His mom’s hard working hands caress the baby in a way that is most affectionate as she stares down at him like her most prized possession

With his fingers resting easily away from his body, fringed like a t-shirt, he endures the walk with his mom

The rough, patched blanket she has wrapped around him itches him

Hunger, he is hungry

Freezing, the baby is freezing

And his mother’s hard work caresses him and reassures him of hope