Mother's Milk

Our first addiction is to Mother’s milk,

a flow that, every Mother knows, must cease.

And never is the weaning smooth as silk,

and ever does the child fear his release.

As one is  being weaned from perfect meals,

consuming as we are, ourselves, consumed

we learn, to some degree, how dying feels

and realize that paradise is doomed.

Our Mother lost we need to love again

and often search, in vain, for a reflection

of Mother’s love. We choose a mate and then

we imitate the ultimate connection,

The “I-am-you-are-me-is-she-is-we”,

I am the milk, the Mother’s milk is me.