The Milk of Your Heart

By Tamara Madison

When your child goes away
for the first time for good
it’s like you’re missing a limb.
When she calls sounding sad
it’s the baby in the next room
crying and you want
to rush in there and cradle her
in your arms but you can’t.
You feel the milk of your heart
rush to the pump
but you say I miss you
Have a good day
I love you and hang up.