https://poets.org/poem/wedding-cake
Once on a plane a woman asked me to hold her baby and disappeared. I figured it was safe, our being on a plane and all. How far could she go? She returned one hour later, (…) By this time the baby and I had examined each other’s necks. We had cried a little. (…) She wore a tiny white dress leafed with layers like a wedding cake. I did not want to give her back. (…)