Bertha, or Millie, or Evie, <br />I never knew her name, <br />but when my mother's <br />scrawny white body <br />never produced milk, <br />a soft black fountain <br />of creamy life giving <br />juices poured into me <br />from my nanny, who <br />was nursing an infant <br />of her own. From this <br />brown earthy breast <br />I bonded with the real <br />south - as a world full <br />of dark, warm, deep, <br />nourishing love<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-kind-of-love/
