Had a human child
She would hide herself
With clever disguises
A colorful kerchief
Or floral apron

She would
Measure her breathing
Careful always
To hide the wisps
Of steam and smoke
Rising from her armored chest

But you would know
You could tell
The little things
She could not hide

Her bloodshot eyeballs
And cerulean scales
The wrinkles of a thousand years of waiting
For the child she held
So dear