I sit here a little teary-eyed. Closing the chapter on breastfeeding my
third baby. Bittersweet. Painful. I know that she is destined for great
things and growing up is required. Why is it required?
The Weaning
by Carol Lynn Pearson
There is cloth now
Between you
And my breast --
Cloth
And a little pain.
This is the
Beginning.
I take your face
In my hands
and guide your gaze
Away, out there --
To the fruit trees,
To the stars.
My arms,
Though empty,
Fold comfort
To a mother-heart
That yearns for nursing,
Yet knows that weaning
Is the bigger part.
4 comments:
Aahhh I will be weaning Sadie very soon and am already struggling with this! It's so hard. :(
i love carol lynn pearson! blessings to you for loving nursing so much. i can't relate, but i love you anyway, my dear! hugs to you and your sweet baby.
Aw! I cringe just thinking about it. I haven't yet started with aspen.
What a sweet, sweet poem. I'm going to look up more of this author...and not think about weaning little Logan :(
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