A Mother's Breasts

Jennifer Paige©1998

They hang abandoned

            Barren

Being pillaged by time

            Raped of their bounty

            Savaged by the brutes of age

            Lost somehow in the rites of passage

            From maiden to mother to crone

The femininity now found there

            A pale shadow of what once was

Before the greedy mouths of

            Three lovers

            One husband

            And three children

Took from them

            The swollen ambrosia of love

            Life and

            Warmth

Harbored in the mothering arms and bosom

Now vacated

Left to whither alone

Shriveling to the end of their lives

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