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| 22 x 30, gouache, charcoal, pastel on paper |
When infant cries will not quiet,
nor accept
non-mother consolation
(even if loving father) ...
Mother comes
gentle murmurs,
private language
coos, hums,
takes the baby in her arms.
he quiets at her voice
smells deeply
her fecund scent
grunts his sorrow
at her delay
then turns his head to lick her arm.
Sweet lullaby by Jewel. And Brahms.
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