WeanedPosted by Evonne Lack in Babies | November 30th, 2007 | Trackback
For the past four years, plus a smattering of days
My body’s been shared in two different ways
First I was pregnant- the body a home
For a grain of rice, then a melon, and finally a dome
We coexisted in the body, which was now quite a nest
I had the limbs and the head, but my baby owned the rest
And when she came out, my body did change
No longer her holder, it became a dairy range
Nurse, nurse, nurse, drink, drink, drink
That was pretty fun (just luck, I think)
And then pregnant once more, the milk running dry
It was time to wean- and so I did, with a melancholy sigh
The body a dwelling, a haven once again
The little rice grew, its size quadrupling by ten
And when she was born, the body knew what to do
The milk came in, the milk went through
Nurse, nurse, nurse, drink, drink, drink
My baby and I in harmonious sync,
18 months! That went fast (though longer than the last one)
Wean, wean, wean, and now— well, we’re done.
It’s been three days, no milk has been shared
It’s just the body and me, and I thought I was prepared.
I even thought it might be fun
To finally have my body- to be the only one
Not a haven, not a food source, it’s all for me, only me!
And I know on some level, I do feel quite free
But there’s sadness there too. I feel something like a lack-
How empty, how strange- to have my body back. ↓
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