This is the warmth that shares, The fatigue That does not doubt its purpose. Long after midnight, Hope is a thin thread of light, A promise of sleep Somewhere beyond these anxieties. There will be easier nights. Tonight we know That milk is made from blood.
Powerful description made the reader understand the poem. "The milk is made from blood." Was the perfect ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Well stated, Laurie, and quite poetically at that. We men only know of such things by proxy only, and through theory. Were we to have to experience itself, I dare say many children would go hungry though the night.
Oh, my goodness. So glad I saw this in the feed. This IS AMAZING. Check this out any woman who has ever had a child if you are watching this in the feed. And men, too, if you of the empathetic variety.:) There's my plug, stranger, this poem moved me.
Wow this is beautiful so many don't understand this
Mine is 14teen now but I breastfeed when he was very tinny
they grow up so fast He is a boy scout and in Junior Navel class in
9th grade high school.
This will go into my favorites being a mother is
the most rewording thing it warms your heart
and to hear Mommy or mom and know that they love
you and they feel safe with you.
We did a breast pump and took turns
feeding hope you get some sleep :)
thank you for sharing this beautiful piece.
What a beautiful description. It demands respect and a moment of reflection as the tenderness and experience driven lines get to share what it means to be always available. The nature of the effrot is as if upheld by the conviction of your words.
Time to wake up your better half and get some sleep.
My name is Laurie Beatrice Morgan. I live in the best country in the world and I enjoy all kinds of poetry. I have two children and a somewhat amazing husband. I am working on a few novels, which I ho.. more..