Milk Of Life Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

A pure white Persian cat had just carefully
shook each of her kitten's throats
until they were asleep.

She had no milk to feed them.

She laid them in a row in the sun's
last rays to keep them warm.
Their eyes dimmed into the night.

Now as I stare into empty cupboards
and the bottomless grief on mothers'
faces, I wonder

how many infant souls
have been silently laid to rest
gently beneath the daffodils?