She knows now,
how to be a mother—
shield innocence
with shadow
and sharp eye,
give meaning
to the soft talk
that reverberates
with familiarity
upon each breath,
the language of cows:
the umbilical stretched
from the warm womb
to grow and graze
a dry and brittle world.
Born in a drought,
she can be a mother
in any kind of weather.
Nice observation and interpretation!
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