My protector is grasping me tightly

I am sleeping as if hit with sandman dust yet,

I am awake, needing love and care

Glass feeding bottle being hung upside down

It trying to keep from puking its liquids, but

I am like a man in the desert, thirsty for fluid

I suck the life from the glass bottle,

Leaving not a drop left;

A blurry picture hiding from my eyes

People from my view

People that do not wish to be seen

I stare into the background trying to focus my view

I see what seems like a man

A man watching me as so a father should

My colorless view striping my eyes to show a new scene

Two hands one holding me up

One feeding me keeping me safe

The two hands from a woman feeding me as if I am a child

She, loving me like all mothers should