Star Milk
Mother would tell the story
of me wanting to eat the stars.
I was searching for the milky way,
being hungry all of the time
I wanted to eat the stars that milked
the night sky.
Later at supper
my glass of milk shone with a sheen
of starlight, I insisted to go back out,
to hold a half-full glass of milk
as high as I could.
I was just a dumb kid.
It soon enough became very clear to me
that star-milk is not a drink
but a milky film that comes to the eyes
of a dying mom.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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