A baby cries for the breast gone cold
If he got that far
And papers must be signed
No more warm mother’s milk
Upon which this baby boy would dine
And his mother cries alone
For want of help, anyone please
What is it I have done?
Pressure of embarrassment, defeats her
She must lose her first, her eldest son
In days of yore for god’s sake
Why did a mother part from son?
With no love lost between them
To save face for others
Pillars of society, like the orders of some Nun
Some church?