Florence Kiper Frank

From “New Life”

LITTLE tugger,

Little drawer of milk,

Feeding from me as your life drew through mine in the darkness,

What flows again from you to me, seeker?

Currents are about us …

Do you think it you tugging,

My breast that is being tugged!

Ah, little beloved,

We do not know rightly

In what stream we are drifting!