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Friday, November 30, 2012
Milk (Nov 30 Prompt: Milk)
The first thing
introduced to us
upon our arrival
is milk,
warm and
(in the absence
of any other flavor)
sweet.
Delivered
as the newborn
lays soft head
upon softer breast,
close-eyed
and softly suckling
in an open-mouthed kiss
attached to
a loving mother,
this becomes
our unconscious archetype
for care,
for love.
Imprinted
in our souls,
this universal
relaxant,
this calming
trusted sedative,
still works
on sleepless nights
filled with worry
and doubt
about
what happens
next.
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Mosky! This is just beautiful. I love it.
ReplyDeletenot a big milk drinker...i like it on my cereal...
ReplyDeletesmiles...nice, warm feel to this...
Warm was what I was hoping for... thanks.
Deleteso are you still alive after PAD?
ReplyDeletesmiles.
:) Oh yeah, just enjoying not having to write to a damned prompt.
ReplyDeleteThis is so charming and endearing. I love it. <3
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