Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
An Occasional Elegy for Milk

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Weaning my daughter felt
like breaking up with her.
We were intimate, once,
in both of our recent pasts;
now we are just friends.

Sometimes she reminds me
of our old relationship,
that my breasts once
belonged to her. We lie down,
resting on the floor; my girl

stretches across my body and points

to my collarbone. “Muh,” she says
with certainty, nodding her head. Milk.
Yes. I remember, too.

Elisabeth Sharp McKetta is the author of The Fairy Tales Mammals Tell and the founder of Poetry for Strangers. She teaches writing during the summer at Harvard and during the rest of the year in Boise. She is mother to one daughter. Visit her website at

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