Life Cycle

Life Cycle

First you hold them like a secret
you can only suspect is true.
Then soft knockings from within
Tap out messages for you.
Slowly the body allows escape,
You hold them in your arms,
dazed and milky, full of love,
pledged to defend from harm.
Then you hold them to your heart
and put them to the breast.
But they learn to walk away
like any other guest.

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