Saturday, March 11, 2006

MOTHER'S MILK
















Photo courtesy of Misty Woodward. www.spiritofmotherhood.com

White blood pours from my veins
Mother's milk that wets
the ground around me with
the taste of love and sacrifice.
It is a river
without notice
barely a whispered sigh
in anyone else's landscape
but it is my great divide...
Many pass by
but I have been fully baptized
in the deepest current
and realize they can
never understand
my struggle.
I am a creature of the depths
who understands
the shore
is
for
others.