Milk of Life - Cheryl Lynn Moyer
Milk of Life
A pure white Persian cat had just carefully
shook each of her kittens throats
until they were asleep.
She had no milk to feed them.
She laid them in a row in the sun's
last rays to keep them warm.
Their eyes dimmed into the night.
Now as I stare into empty cupboards
and the bottomless grief on mothers'
faces, I wonder
how many infant souls
have been silently laid to rest
gently beneath the daffodils?
Cheryl Lynn Moyer
Comments
This is such a beautiful poem. As a breastfeeding mother, I can really feel it. Thanks.
Lucy
Very beautiful...a poem every mother will relate to...simple yet touching!