he commands
Written by Joyce Greene
4/10/08
he commands my breasts
my son's cries create the milk
he drinks what is his
will my breasts be mine again?
yes, but not the heart within
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Milking my Heart
This is a very nice piece... you milked my heart!
Ray
thanks, yobarney
I lived this piece and know it well. I appreciate your reading and commenting on my poems!
Good one Joyce
I loved this one and so very true too great poem from Willow