Lost and Found

My Mother wept, when she lost
Her baby, a boy.
She slept all day and I
Made my own sandwiches.
I crept past her door
So as not to annoy
And I played with my soldiers
Until he came home.
Landed a blow on my head
For not dusting
The mantel and carriage clock
Ticking time away.
Just enough time
To wash before bed
The grime of playing Mother
For a day. His hand
Finds her cheek and slaps
A stinging blow.
She moans in her sleep
Holds her swollen tummy
And I hide in my bedroom
Waiting to be found.