Cry me a big fat pearl

So large that your eyelids still spasm with effort gaping
At its baby, protesting against its undelivered siblings.
I will coo at it, warm glorified pebble, still warm with you,
Smoothened by you, and I will trace its path faithfully,
My tongue’s final pilgrimage. And you, my precious
Golden hen, the feed is full and tragedy is spilling
From the sack and I have an endless supply of
Warm hugs, ‘good job’s, hums for you to sleep,
Anything for you, anything for you.
Cry me a big fat pearl

So shiny you have no need for tears.