Poetry

THE WET NURSE

“She’s here!” someone cries in ecstasy.

The nursery’s door swings open in a huddle

And like a desperate mother, she runs in, crazy.

Like one whose baby had fallen off his cradle.

 

Suddenly she pauses and freezes in reaction

To the resonance of the agitated voice

Screaming echoes across the home with tension.

She gasps and swears in desperate poise.

 

Spontaneously, she heads to the rescue.

By the cradle she kneels, soaked in her tears.

Then she speaks the magic of hypnosis with cue.

Soft, soothing sound of pity eliminating all fears.

 

The clamouring voice, she fondles to calmness.

In her bosom, she nestles him like a weak sheep

And rocks him with songs of tenderness.

With duty and affection, she suckles him to sleep

 

She weeps and watches him sleep in peace

And they watch her replace duty with love.

To the innocence, her heart she tenders with ease.

She’s an earner with a heart tenderly involved.

 

Beyond the blood of ownership, her love reigns.

Beyond the call of duty, she’s a mother.

She gives her milk, pure like blood from her veins.

She’s a wet nurse in the nature of a mother.

 

POSITIVITY

Life is always a HELLO when the water is calm,

A PLEASE when the storm rises,

And a THANKS when it abates.

With life there’s never a GOODBYE!