The globe now held aloft
a prize to be plucked,
was once a breast
to knead and suck,
becoming in time
a homely pillow,
when wearisome days
demanded swaddle.
Ever giving bosom
swells with pride
as time slips and a
journey embraced
with giant steps unfolds;
tears of joy now
wet the breast where once
his fell unchecked.
As memories play,
drizzle mingled tears
wash away evidence
and faded raising years.
Captured in a glance
beating steady in the breast
(once his whole world)
an enduring love remains
eternally professed.
While rhythmic patter
stoically continues to fall,
soaked sobs escape
unbidden a heaving bosom...
an unneeded bosom,
made to say "goodbye"
pressed close to the son,
her newborn, now a man
with a hunger she can
no longer satisfy...
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