Do you ever read something that speaks to you? And even after you've read it, you can't stop thinking about it? I recently came across a post on "c jane enjoy it" called "Mammorial Day". She tells the story of her last day nursing her son. I can completely relate to the way she felt. When I stopped nursing Anna and Lauren, I just felt at a loss. I know it will eventually come with Jacob as well. I can't even begin to think about how much I'll miss that special time with him...all the small sounds, the feel of his hand wrapped around my finger, the weight of his little chubby body as I hold him close. Sigh...I just can't seem to find the right words but Jane does. She really says it all. If you have a moment, go read her post.
She had this poem at the beginning of her story. I can't stop thinking about it either.Blood and Milk
by Sharlee Mullins Glenn
by Sharlee Mullins Glenn
I dreamed of Oxford . . .
(spires, a thousand spires, endless lectures, musty halls
a solitary self in a Bodleian expanseA good life my dear Wormwood. An orderly life.)
then awakened to laundry
and things to be wiped
countertops, noses, bottoms
How did this happen? And when, exactly?
Time flows, it flows, it flows
and there are choices to be made:
left or right?
paper or plastic?
blood or milk?
There's freedom in the bleeding;
bondage in the milk—do not be deceived.
Ah, but it's an empty freedom; a holy bondage,
A sweet and holy bondage.
Five times I chose the chains, those tender chains,
(though once will bind you just as well!)
and checked the crimson flow.
Suckled while dreaming of Trinity Term
but awakened, always awakened, to the laundry
