The Thick Coating Of The Milk Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

She held me in her hands
my palms clasped her left breast
my lips sucked the nipple
my legs kicked her belly
and she kept on patting on my back
sitting on the wooden stool
under the chimney lamp at home

Many years later,
my palms grew up
to hold a plastic jar
containing her left breast;
my legs were long enough
to reach the pathological lab;
my lips learned to bear
the pains of her long sufferings:
the sharpness of the surgical knife
the heat of radiation
and the agony of chemos
but still the coating of her milk
was as thick as before on my lips
like my closeness to her;
that was the best medication
that makes her heart
still throb behind the flat chest