Night Nurse

The cows are lowing tonight

in the field below our

small, white house.

It reminds me of my babies,

many years ago, in their

small, white crib.

I would sit with them,

lowing, and rocking, and

giving milk to their thirsty lips.

We sustained each other

in our small, white house.

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