I saw a mother breastfeeding, <br />She had love in her body <br />But glass in her eyes. <br />As if this food giving ritual <br />Was nothing more than a dumbshow. <br />How do we decide <br />What love and hate are? <br />Is there an answer or a question? <br />And will there be an end? <br />The baby content, he drifts off, <br />The mother tucks her teet away. <br />Wearily she leaves the place <br />No doubt destined for home. <br />Where dirty dishes and <br />An alcoholic husband await. <br />I saw a mother breastfeeding, <br />But there was glass in her eyes.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-in-her-eyes/
